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HOUSEHOLD EDITION, REVISED 



NEW YORK 
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS 

27 & 29 WEST 23D STREET 

1883 




PEEFACE. 



This work was ^rst published in December, 1846, 
SIX months after my return from Europe. Some litera- 
ry Iriends, who had been interested in the letters which 
1 sent home during my pedestrian journeys, encouraged 
me in the design of collecting them, completing the 
story from my journals, and producing a book, which, 
while treating of beaten tracks, might possess some 
interest from the circumstances under which they were 
trodden. Mr. ^N". P. Willis, whose kindness to me was 
as prompt as his friendship has been generous and con- 
stant, wrote an introduction, giving the buoyancy of 
his name to a craft which might not otherwise have 
ridden so fortunately the capricious sea of literary suc- 
cess. Several editions were sold during the following 
year, and in August, 1848, I added to the eighth edition 
a chapter containing some practical information for 
pedestrians, in answer to numerous letters from young 



VI PREFACE. 

men who desired to follow my example. To the same 
edition I attached the following prefatory remarks : 

" In presenting to the public a new and improved edition of this re- 
cord of his wanderings, the author could not justly suflfer the opportu- 
nity to go by, without expressing his grateful acknowledgment of the 
kindness with which his work has been received. Although his aim 
was simply to give a narrative of personal experience, which it was hoped 
might be of some value to many a toiling student in the college of the 
world, he was aware that it would be considered a test of his literary 
ability, and that whatever hearing he might have hoped to obtain for the 
works of maturer years, would be dependent on its success. With a 
total ignorance of the arts of book-making, and uncertain whether a 
new voice from the track where thousands had been before him 
would find a patient auditory, it was therefore not without considera- 
ble anxiety that he gave his volume to the world. But he was not 
prepared to hope for such an immediate and generous favor as it re- 
ceived. By the press of our own country, as well as the more rigid 
reviewers of Great Britain, whatever merits it possesses were cordially 
appreciated, while its faults were but lightly touched — ^perhaps from a 
sympathy with the youth of the author, and the plan of his enthusias- 
tic pilgrimage. But what was most grateful of all, he learned that 
many another young and hopeful spirit had been profited and encou- 
raged by his own experience, and was ready to try the world with as 
little dependence on worldly means. The letters he received from 
young men whose hopes and circumstances were what his own had 
been, gave welcome evidence that he had not written in vain. He will 
not say that this knowledge repaid him for whatever toil and hardship 
he had undergone ; whoever is subjected to the same experience will 
learn that it brings its own reward ; — but it will nerve him henceforth 
to bear any lot, however severe, through which he may be enabled 
to say a word that shall cheer or strengthen another. 

" He i» now fully aware how much he has omitted from these pages, 
which would liavo beon curious .and perhaps instructive to the reader; 



PREFACE. VU 

—how many blunders of inexperience ; how much thoughtless confi« 
dence in the world; how many painful struggles with pride, and a too 
selfish independence ; how many strange extremities of want and amus- 
ing expedients of relief. His reluctance to relate much that was entire- 
ly personal and could not have been told without some little sacrifice 
of feeling, has since been regretted, from the belief that it might have 
been useful to others. Perhaps, however, it will be better that each one 
should learn these lessons for himself. There is a sensation of novelty, 
which, even in the most embarrassing situations, produces a desperate 
kind of enjoyment, and in addition to this, the sufferer's sympathies for 
humanity are very much deepened and enlarged by an acquaintance 
with its trials. 

•• In preparing the present edition of his book, the author at first 
contemplated a complete revision. The fact that seven editions had 
been sold in a year and a half from the publication, seemed to require 
that he should make such improvements as his riper judgment suggested, 
and which should render it more worthy of so extensive a circulation. 
But further reflection convinced him that it would be best to make 
little change. It was written during his wanderings — partly by the 
wayside, when resting at mid-day, and partly on the rough tables of 
peasant inns, in the stillness of deserted ruins, or amid the sublime soli- 
tude of the mountain-top. It thiis reflects faithfully the impress of his 
own mind, in every part of the journey, and he would prefer that it 
should remain a boyish work, however lacking in finish of composition, 
rather than risk taking away whatever spirit it may have caught from 
nature. Some particulars, which have been desired by persons about 
to undertake a similar journey, and which may be generally interesting, 
have been given in a new chapter at the close." 

At the time the foregoing preface was written, I aid 
pot venture to anticipate that the work would become 
permanently popular. It had fulfilled the object of 
its publication, and 1 should have been satisfied had 



Vlll PREFACE. 

it then gradually passed away from the remembrance 
of the reading public. Since that time, however, 
twelve more editions have been sold, and there appears 
to be an increase rather than an abatement of the 
demand for it. "When, therefore, Mr. Putnam, in order 
to produce a collected and uniform edition of my tra- 
vels, proposed to destroy the original stereotype plates 
and reprint the work, to correspond with the later 
volumes, I could not suffer the opportunity to pass with- 
out giving it that careful revision which was rendered 
necessary by its crudities of style and carelessness of 
arrangement. 

I have endeavored to make no change which should 
impair that spirit of boyish confidence and enthusiasm., 
to which alone I must attribute the success of the work. 
I have not meddled with the language further than to 
correct occasional violations of taste. My task has 
been, to omit much that was irrelevant to the story 
and to my object in telling it, replacing these omissions 
with personal particulars, which had been withheld 
through an unnecessary pride. I have even in some 
instances suffered opinions to stand, which I have long 
ance outgrown, because they illustrate my ignorance 
and immaturity at the time. My object is to make 
this account of my two years' experiment more clear 
and intelligible to the reader — to retain everything that 
is novel or characteristic, while relieving it of an over- 
plus of mere description, which possesses no general 
interest. I have also added an introductory chapterj 



PREFACE. ix 

containing all the particulars mentioned by Mr. Willis 
in his original introduction, with others which seemed 
necessary to make the story complete. In with- 
drawing the book from the shelter of that gentle- 
man's name, I can do no less than say that the 
kindness of heart which made him one of my iirst 
literary friends, leaves me still his debtor ; but those 
who know him truly, know that indebtedness to him is 
a burden lightly and gladly borne. 

In conclusion, I must disclaim any particular talent 
for economy, which has sometimes been accorded to 
me, on account of having seen so much on such short 
allowance. Had I possessed more I should have spent 
more, and the only value of my experience is, to prove 
to young men of scanty means that they need" not ne- 
cessarily be debarred from enjoying the pleasures and 
the advantages of travel. The story of this experience 
has been, and may still be, useful to others ; and I 
claim for it no further merit than that of truth, without 
reserve or exaggeration. 

B. T 

New York, October, 1865. 



CONTENTS 



■♦*■»-■ 



CHAPTER I. 
Introdaotory •••• 17 

CHAPTER II. 

iTie Second Cabin — Oar Fellow Passengers — Sea Life — ^The Banks of Newfoundland- 
Black Fish — Unfavorable Weather — The Iowa Indians — Their Songs and Dances- 
Raising the Wind — OflF the Hebrides — First Sight of Land — Scenery of the North 
Channel — A Burial at Sea — The Isle of Man — Approach to Liverpool — Objects on 
Landing — A Race for the Custom House — ^A Day in Liverpool, . , . , 24 

CHAPTER IIL 

Leaving Liverpool — The Second Cabin again — Irish Fellow Passengers — The Channel 
— ^The Northern Coast of Ireland — Port Rush — A Rainy Day — An Irish Hut — 
Dunluce Castle — Rain and Ruin — The Giant's Causeway — The Giant's Well- 
Basaltic Columns — The Giant's Organ, and Chimneys — A Coast Scene — The Shore 
at Night — Wandering in the Storm — Return to Port Rush, . ... 83 

CHAPTER IV. 

Passage to Greenock — The Deck Passengers— Arrival at Night— The Blind Fiddler- 
Dumbarton Rock — An Adventure — " On Leven's Banks " — Loch Lomond — Voyage 
up the Lake — Anecdotes — Sailing on a Meadow — The Ascent of Ben Lomond—* 
View from the Summits— The Descent — Highland Scenery — Loch Katrine — The 
Boatmen — Trip down the Lake — Ellen's Isle — ^The Trosachs — The Inn of Ard- 
cheancrochan, «••••.••••..«. 41 

CHAPTER V. 

Iforning on Loch Katrine— Walk to Stirling— Out-door Life— The Bums Festival— 
Preparations-Journey to Ayr— The " Twa Brigs "—The Streets of Ayr— Scotch 
Beggars— An Incident— The Burns Cottage— AUoway Kirk— English Exclusiveness 
— The Sister and Sons of Burns — iord Eglintoun— Professor Wilson — The Proces- 
sion—Performance of Tara O'Shanter— The Burns Monument— Speech of Robert 
Burns— An Anecdote of the Poet— Crowd at the Station— Return to Glasgow, &t 



Xll CO:STENTS. 



CHAPTER VI. 



Kide to Edinburgh — The Monumental City— Lost and Found — Seeing Edinburgh— 
The March Eesumed — The Muirfoot Hills — American Books at Melrose — Wading 
the Tweed — Abbotsford — The. Armory and Library — Scott's Study — A "Prospect" 
Recovered — Ruins of Melrose Abbey — Teviot Dale — Jedburgh — Over the Border — 
Scenery of the Cheviots — Appreciative Tourists — Shepherds on Chevy Chase — The 
Moorland — A Night at "Wbelpington Knowes — "Walk to Newcastle — Cheap Lodgings 
— The Roman "Wall — Miners in Distress — Passage for London — A Meeting — The 
Voyage — The Thames at Night — ^London at Dawn, •••.,. 64 

CHAPTER YIL 

Entering London — Cheap Lodgings and Bad Company — ^The Thoroughfares — St. 
Paul's — View from the Dome — St. James's Park — "Westminster Abbey — Poet's 
Corner — Tombs of Sovereigns — Hall of the Bath — ^The Thames Tunnel — The lowas 
again — The Parks — Crime and Misery in London — The End of our Sojourn — Cost 
of the Tour through Scotland .79 

CHAPTER VIIL 

Feelings on Visiting the Continent — Imprisonment at Dover — ^Arrival at Ostend^ 
A Stroll— The Streets of Bruges— The Cathedral— The Belfry and its Chimes— 
A Night on the Canal — Ghent — A Rainy Ride — Scenery of the Meuse — Entering 
Prussia — Aix-la-Chapelle — The Cathedral — The Tomb of Charlemagne — The Ca- 
thedral of Cologne — ^Tradition of its Plan — The Smells of the Streets, . . 88 

CHAPTER IX. 

In Heidelberg — The Star Hotel at Bonn — Passing the Drachenfels — Coblentz and 
Ehrenbreitstein — The Charms of the Rhine — Lurlei Rock and its Echo— A Rainbow 
at Oberwesel — Mayence — Ride to Frankfort — Hunting an Address — ^Mr. Richard S. 
Willis — The Festival at Darmstadt — Scenery of the Bergstrasse — German Peasants — • 
Fellow Passengers— Heidelberg at Sunset — A Resting Place, . • « .96 

CHAPTER X. 

Rooms in Heidelberg — The Landlady — View from our Window — The Valley of the 
Neckar — Heidelberg Castle — ^The Towers — The Great Tun — The Wolfsbrunnen — 
An Afternoon Party — Ascent of the Heiligenberg — The Pastor of Zeigelhausen— 
The University Library — A Wedding — Conscripts — German Cookery and Cus- 
toms — The Melibochus — The Sea of Rocks — The Giant's Column — Return, . 105 

CHAPTER XL 

Removal to Frankfort — A German Parting — Twilight on the Mountains — The Inn of 
Elsbach — ^A ^■'rosty Morning^A Village Fair — The Castle of Erbach — Historical 
Armor — An Antiquarian Theft — Curiosity of the Peasants — Castle of the Wild 
Huntsman — ^An Old Peasant — The Emigrant Family, .*.••. 117 

CHAPTER XIL 

prankfort and its Associations — Our Quarters — Mr. Richard S. Willis — The Market- 
Women — Inauguration of the Statue of Goethe — The Streets of Frankfort — The 
Main Bridge— The Golden Cock — Weather — Baron Rothschild — The Promenades- 
Celebration of the Vintage— The Poet Freiligrath, . . , , . , 125 



CONTENTS. Xiii 

CHAPTER XIII. 

A Walk to Heidelberg— "Winter Journey — A Commera— The Red Fisherman — The 
Hall of Assembly— The Students — Songs and Speeches — The Ceremony of the 
Zandsfather — Gervinus and Schlosser — A Duel at Neuenheim — Its Result — Charac- 
ter of the Students, 134 

CHAPTER XIV. 

Expenses of the First Six Months Abroad — Prospects for the Future — Christmas In 
Germany — The Christmas Booths — Visit of St. Nicholas — Preparations for Christ- 
mas — ^Excitement among the Children — Christmas Eve — The Christmas Tree — 
Poetry of the Festival — "Welcome to the New Year — Scene in the Streets, 148 

CHAPTER XV. 

Sports on the Ice — ^Lessing's Picture of Huss — The Eschemheim Tower — Severity 
of the "Winter — SuflFerings of Men and Beasts — My "Winter Life — Matteus and the 
Stove— Hopes of Spring — The Fair — Picturesque Crowds — A Vender of Black.ug 
— Rise of the Main — ^The City Inundated — Sachsenhausen under "Water — A Day of 
Sunshine — Faces in the Streets — German Beauty — The Flood Increases — Devasta- 
tion — ^The River Falls — ^An Explosion — German Fire-Enginea and Firemen, . 149 

CHAPTER XVI. 

The Beauty of Spring— The Frankfort Cemetery — Precautions against Burying 
Alive — Monument by Thorwaldsen — The Speaking Deaf— Manner of Healing them 
— Story of a Boy — ^The Hall of the Emperors — Mendelssohn, the Composer — Seeing 
himin a Crowd — Interview with him — His Personal Appearance and Conversation 

ici 

CHMtTER XVII. 

leaving Frankfort — Plan of our Germain Tour — The Country in Spring— A " Fighting" 
Journeyman— Giessen — The Valley of the Lahn — Foot-travelling in Hesse Cassel- 
A Village Inn — A Tattling Boy — ^Mountain Scenery — Meeting with Students — Tho 
City of Cassel — Carl, the Student — Walk to the Wilhelmshuhe — The Giant's Castle- 
Cascades and Fountains, 17^ 

CHAPTER XVIII. 

parting from Carl — The Town of Mimden — Illness — Gottingen, and a Physician- 
Approach to the Hartz — Osterode — ^Entering the Mountains — Wild Scenery — A 
Stormy Night — Climbing the Brocken— A Snow Storm — Perilous Travelling— Tho 
Brocken House — The Spectre— Peeps through the Clouds — Descent of the Brockci 
— ^Valleys of the Hartz — Tho Rosstrappe — The Landlady's Legend— Walk to Hal- 
berstadt- A Suspicious Inn — ^The Sleeping Chamber — ^Anticipation of Murder— 
Relief, 1-^ 

CHAPTER XIX. 

Magdeburg — Suspected Passengers — Leipsic — View of the Battle-Field — ^The Rosen- 
thal— Schiller's Room— Auerbach's Cellar— Leipsic Publishers— Gerstacker-Charns 
of Dresden— The Picture Gallery— ^The Madonna di San Sisto— Monument t ) 
Moreau— The Royal Library— The Green Vaults— Cages of Gems-— Royal Play- 
things, • 1^-i 



XIV CONTENTS. 

CHAPTER XX. 

i'arewell to Dresden — The King of Saxony — Beauty of the Country — Sunken Glens— 
The Uttewalder Grund— Precipice of the Bastei — Etfects of the Inundation — The 
Portress of Konigsteiu — Anecdote of a Baron — A Mountain Valley — A Cascade 
Show — The Kuhstall— ^The Little Winterberg — Cloudy Landscapes — The Prebisch- 
thor— Entering Austria— Bohemian Scenery — The Battle-Field of Kulm — The 
Baths of Teplitz— Plains of the Elbe— Distant View of Prague, . . .208 

CHAPTEE XXL 

Impressions of Prague— Past and Present— The Moldau Bridge— Johannes of Nepo- 
muck— A Day Dream— The Cathedral— The Shrine of Nepomuck— Jesuitical 
Music— An Attack of Jews— The Old Hebrew Cemetery, .... 215 

CHAPTEE XXIL 

The Scenery of Bohemia— The Inhabitants — Wayside Shrines — Disgusting Images — 
Devotion of the People— Iglau— The Peasant Girls — Bohemian Teams — A Eeligions 
Pageant— A New Companion— His Astonishment— Lodging with the Lancers — The 
City of Znaim— Talk with the Handwerker— Eain— A Drunken. Baron — Summer 
Scenery— First View of the Alps— The Valley yf the Danube— Arrival at Vienna, 

222 

CHAPTER XXIII. 

Vienna— The Ferdinand's Bridge— The Streets— The Old City— The Suburbs — Beau 
ty of the Prater — St. Stephen's Cathedral — The Belvidere Gallery — The Lower 
Belvidere— Historical Eelics — The Eespectful Custode — The Iron Stick — Strauss 
and his Band — The Tomb of Beethoven — Galleries of Art — The Imperial Library 
— Cabinet of Natural History — State Carriages of Austria — Prince Liechtenstein's 
Gallery — Correggio's Venus and Cupid — The Imperial Armory — ^The Crusty Custode 
—A Pole — Eelics of the Past — Banners of the Crusaders — ^A Scene at the Police 
Office— Light Hearts and Empty Purses, . 282 

CHAPTEE XXIV. 

A Strong Wind— The Palace of Schonbrunn — The Abbey of Melk — The Luxury of 
Foot-Travel— American Scenery — Eencontre with Bohemian Gipsies — Danubian 
Landscapes — The Styrian Alps— Holy Florian — Votive Shrines — Linz and its Towers 
— More Money Wanted — Lambach — A Mountain Portrait — Falls of the Trauu — Bat- 
tle-Field of the Unknown Student, 249 



CHAPTEE XXV. 
The Lake of Gmunden — Among the Alps— The Lumber Business— The Baths of Ischl 
—St. Wolfgang—Climbing the Schafberg— Lost — The Track of an Avalanche- 
Walking over a Forest —Panorama from the Summit — Descent to St. Gilgen — An 
Alpine Eden— The Shoemaker and his Wife-:-" Footsteps of Angels "—The Valley 
of Salzburg— The Alps -The Boy of the Mountain — Sights in Salzburg — Entering 
Bavaria- People and Scenery -Wasserburg— Field of Hohenlinden — ^Arrival at 
Munich— An Enthusiastic Acquaintance, ....•••> 25S 



CONTENTS. XV 



CHAPTER XXVI. 

The Splendor of Munich— King Ludwig's Labors— The Ludwlgstrasse — The Library 
— The Church of St. Louis— Monument to Eugene Beauharnois — The Parks on the 
Isar— The New Kesidence— Magnificence of its Halls — Hall of the Throne — The 
King's Apartments — The Royal Chapel — A Picture of Devotion — The Glyptothek 
— Its Sculptures — The Son of Niobe — The Pinacothek — A Giant — The Basilica— 
Schwanthaler's Studio — History of an Artisan — Condition of our Finances, . 271 

CHAPTER XXVIL 

The Railroad to Augsburg — Traces of Ancient Splendor — "Walk to Ulm — ^Entering 
Wiirtembnrg- Seeking Lodgings in the Rain— The •' Golden Wheel" — Funds — 
Good-bye to the Alps— The Valley of the File — The Suabian Land — Arrival at 
Stuttgard— Thorwaldsen's Statue of Schiller — The Bewildered Omnibus Driver- 
Walking in the Rain— Ludwigsburg— Empty Pockets— Beauty of the Zabergau — 
The Last Night— Approaching Heidelberg — Familiar Scenes — The Castle — An End 
of Hardship — A Student's Burial — Return to Frankfort — A Midnight Farewell, 284 

CHAPTER XXVIII. 

On the way to Italy— Meeting with a Neighbor— A Talk with the Farmers— Journey 
to Freiburg— The Minster— Market Day— The New Railroad— The Institute for 
the Blind— The Grand Duchess Stephanie— The Kingdom of Heaven— The Valley 
of Hell— Natives of the BlackForest— Climbing the Feldberg— Scenery of the Black 
Forest— The Alps again — We enter Switzerland— SchafFhausen— The Falls of the 
Rhine, i 29C 

CHAPTER XXIX 

Canton Zurich — The Country and People — The City of Zurich — Its Promenades 

Friendly Greetings — Walk along the Lake Shore— The Alp-Glow — The Grave of 
XJlrich von Hutten — Freiligrath, the Banished Poet — The Alps in the Rain — Ein- 
siedeln- The Cathedral and Pilgrims — Music — Alpine Scenery — The Slide of the 
Rossberg — Schwytz — The Lake of the Four Cantons — The Meadow of Griitli—Teirs 
Chapel— Altorf— Night in the Valley of the Reuss, 805 

CHAPTER XXX. 

An Alpine Day — Chasm of the Reuss— The Devil's Bridge— Andermatt— Climbing 
the St. Gothard — Summit of the Pass — A Rapid Descent into Italy— Valley of the 
Ticino— Rugged Scenery— Southern Vegetation— Vineyards— Italian Experiences- 
Junction with the Splugen Road — Bacchus — On Lago" Maggiore — The Borromeaj 
Isle»— Landing in Lombardy — An Italian Landlord — Arrival at Milan, . , 817 

CHAPTER XXXI. 

The Streets of Milan — The Duomo — Its Interior— Art based on Nature — Italian 
Priestcraft — The Arch of Peace— Financial Distress — Relieved by a German 
Lawyer— Thunder Sto:ms— Lions in Pavia— Crossing the Po— Magnificent View 
of the Alps— The Second Day's Travel— An Italian Sunset— A Pznirr of Wine-- 
Morning— Pilgrim Travel— First View of the Mcditevranean— The Descent to 
Genofl, 827 



XVI CONTENTS. 

CHAPTEE XXXIL 

G«noa at Snnset— Appearance of the City— A Eellgious Procession— Anothet 
Financial Difficulty— Embarking for Leghorn — A Night at SeR— Morning in Tus- 
cany—Landing—A Polyglott Population— The Ardenza— Criminals at Work— My 
Comrades Believed — Approach to Pisa — The City— The Leaning Tower— The 
Echo in the Baptistery— The Campo Santo— A Vetturino for Florence— An 
Italian Companion — ^Night-Journey in i5ie Eain — Florence at Last, , . . 839 



CHAPTEE XXXIIL 

Booms in Florence— Cost of Living— The Eoyal Gallery— The Venus de Medici — 
Titian and Eaphael — Michael Angelo— The Hall of Niobe — ^Value of Art to Italy — 
A Walk to Fiesole — ^View of Yal d'Arno— Ancient Eoman Theatre — ^Etruscan 
"Walls— The Tombs of Santa Croce— The Pitti Palace— Titian's "Bella"— The Ma- 
donna della Sediar— Michael Angelo's "Fates" — The Boboli Gardens — Eoyal ar.d 
Eepublican Children, . , «... 351 



CHAPTEE XXXIV. 

A Pilgrimage to Vallombrosa — ^The Valley of the Arno— Eain— Tuscan Peasants — 
PeUago — Associations — Climbing the Mountain — Pastoral Scenery — Monastic 
"Wealth- Arrival at Vallombrosa — ^An Italian Panorama — The Paradisino — An 
Escape from the Devil — A Capture by the Devil— The Chapel— Milton in Italy — 
Departure from Vallombrosa— Evening en the Mountain Side — The Charms of 
Italy, 362 

CHAPTEE XXXV. 

A "Walk to Siena^-The Landlady — The Inn at Querciola — Siena and its Cathedral- 
Parting from F The Grapes of Italy— The Dome of the Duomo — Climbing 

in the Dark — A Cathedral Scene — Walk to Pratolino — ^The Vintage — The Colossus 
of the Appenines — ^The Grand Duke's Farm — Degeneracy of the Modern Italians — 
The Joy of Travel — The Eaces at the Cascine — The Holy Places of Florence — The 
Anatomical Museum — ^American Aj-tists in Florence — Progress of American Art — 
Brown — Kellogg — Greenough — Ives — Mozier — Powers — ^The Statue of Eve — The 
Fisher Boy — Ibrahim Pasha in Florence — ^Tuscan Winter — Galileo's Tower— Our 
Financial Experiences — Eelief— The Memory of Pleasure and Privation — ^An Inci 
dent — Boat Voyage on the Arno— Amateur Starvation — The Ascent oi Monte 
Morello— The Chapel of the Medici— A Farewell Meditation, , , - .871 



CHAPTEE XXXVL 

Departure from Florence — Eain among the Appenines— ^The Inn at Cucinar- Talks 
with the Tuscan Peasants — Central Italy — Arezzo — Italian Country Inns — ^Engaging 
a Calesino — ^Lake Thrasymene — The Battle-field — ^Night-Eide to Perugia — Journey 
to Foligno — Vale of the Clitumnus — Our Fellow Passengers — Spoleto and Monte 
Somma — Terni without the Cascade — Narni — Otricoli — Travelling by Vetturino — 
Soracte at Sunset — Walking with the Dragoon — The Campagna — First Sight of St. 
Peter's— Entering Eome — The Pantheon by Starlight — The Dragoons Adieu — 
Eome, .... 894 



CONTENTS. XVU 

CHAPTER XXXVII. 

The First Day in Eome— The Corso— We fiad the Forum— Trajan's Column— Papal 
Profanation— St Peter's Found— The Square and ObeUsk— The Iiiterior of St« 
Peter's— The Galleries of the Vatican— Statues— Ancient Ar1>-Hemicycle of tho 
Belvidere— The Laocoon— The Divine Apollo— New Year's Day iu Kome-The 
Quirinal HiU— St. John Lateran— The Temple of Vesta— The Pj'ramid of Cestius— 
The Tombs of Keats and SheUey— The Kuins of Rome- The Coliseum at Sunsets- 
Mausoleum of Augustus— Crawford's Studio— The Square of the Pantheon— Pro- 
fane and Pious Beggars— The Trattoria del Sole— Impressions of Roman Ruins— 
The Coliseum by Moonlight, 40T 

CHAPTER XXXVIII. 

Excursion to Tivoli— A Sulphur Bath— The Temple of the Sibyl— A Windy Night— 
The Cascade of the Anio— The Cascatelles— The Campagna^-Museum of the 
Capitol— The Dying Gladiator — Ruins on the Campagna— Tomb of Cecilia Meteila 
—The Aqneducts— Egeria s Grotto— The Villa Borghese— Tasso's Tomb— Passport 
Fees in Italy— The Turning Point of the Pilgrimage— Farewell 1 . . . 423 

CHAPTER XXXIX. 
Departure from Rome— The Campagna— The Shore of the Mediterranean— Civlta 
Vecchiar— The handsome Sailor — Disadvantage of not being Ser'vants — Embarking 

Sleeping on Deck — Elba and Corsica by Moonlight — Second Night on the Deck 

—A Rainy Day at Genoa — A Stormy Night — A Sailor's Compassion — ^The Coast 
of France — ^Approach to Marseilles — The Two Servants — ^Marseilles — Our Circum- 
etancea. 432 

CHAPTER XL. 

I'he Hills of Provence — ^Rainy Travel — A night at Aix — Provenfal Scenery — The 
Mother of Soldiers — Bivouac at Senas — ^The Valley of the Sorgues— Approach to 
Vaucluse — ^The Fountain of Vaucluse — More Rain — A Gleam of Sunshine — Avignon 
— ^The Blacksmith's Shop — Economical Travel — The Kindness of the Poor — Roman 
Remains at Orange — Travel up the Rhone — A Soldier's Camp — Daybreak Scene — ■ 
Valence — The Rhone — 1 Night at Vienne — Approach to Lyons — A Quandary — 
Monsieur and Madame Ferrand — The Mistrust of Poverty — Experiences in Lyons 
— Gloomy Days — Le Cachot— The Sixth Day — The Letter — A Plan to Borrow a Franc 
^The Belief— Excitement— A Marvellous Change, 440 

CHAPTER XLL 

The Pleasure of Rest— Leaving Lyons --Voyage up the Saone— An Inundation— The 
Strolling Musicians and their Child— Walking in Burgundy — The UpLand Region 
— A Drenching Storm — Slow Ride to Auxerre — Miseries of a Country Diligence^ 
The Bloody Seine — Arrival at Paris— Getting a Draft Paid — Seeing Paris perforce- 
Letters from Home 457 

CHAPTER XLII. 

Rooms to Let — A disappointed Landlord — Our Apartment, cTtes Lambert — ^Living on 
a Franc a Day — Amusements — The Streets of Paris — The Place de la Concorde— 
The Hotel des Invalides — The Garden of the Tuileries — What we saw — ^The Ameri 
can Minister — An Experience of Suicide — Empty Pockets again — The Sick Mer* 
chant — Lying in Wait — The Relief— -I Determine to visit London, . . 464 



XVm CONTENTS. 

CHAPTEE XLIIL 

Leaving Paris— Versailles — Travel in Marcli— The Saspicious Landlord— The Scenery 
of Normandy— Eouen— The Vale of the Cailly — A Windy Night — 1 Hail the Atlantio 
— A Night at Dieppe — Crossing the Channel — From Brighton to London. . 478 

CHAPTER XLIV. 

My Circumstances — ^Lodgings in Aldgate — ^Visits to the Printers — Illiberal Rnles of 
the Craft — Dodging a Landlord — Success and Failure — Happy and Penniless — Visit 
to Mr. Putnam — The Mistrust of Poverty — Employment at Last — ^Life in Aldgate 
— Letters of Introduction — A Breakfast with Lockhart — Bernard Barton— Croly — 
Daniel O'Connell, and a Temperance Meeting— Trip to Greenwich — The "Fun of 
the Fair " — Games in the Park— Greenwich Hill— Ground and Lofty Tumbling— A 
Swinging Experiment— London Atmosphere— A Fog — Arrival of Money and 
Friends— Embarldng for Home, . . . 478 

CHAPTEE XLV. 

Quarters on Ship-board— Passage through the Channel — Portsmouth— The Voyage 
Home— Excitement of Eeturn — ^Landing— Land Sights and Scents — The Last Day 
of the Pilgrimage — Approaching Home— The Lighted Window — Eequisites for a 
Pedestrian Journey— Travelling on Small Allowance — Cost of Sleeping— The Knap- 
sack—Manner of Travel— Open- Air Life — A Pedestrian's Equipment— Books — 
Sketching — German Students— Companions — Ignorance concerning America- 
Hotels — Country Taverns — Passports — Funds — Personal Safety — Comparative 
Expense of Different Countries — Statement of my Expenses — Farewell, . 499 



VIEWS A-FOOT 



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CHAPTER I. 



INTRODUCTORY. 



An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted 
me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, 
amounting to positive belief, that I should one day behold 
♦ihe scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered. 
When a boy of ten years I read Willis's " Pencillings by the 
ViTay," as they appeared from week to week in the country 
Aiewspaper, and the contemplation of those charming pictures 
of scenery and society filled me with a thousand dreams and 
aspirations. I wandered along the shores of the Mediter- 
ranean, while hoeing corn or tending cattle in my father's 
fields ; the geography of Europe and the East was at my 
tongue's end, and the confidence with which I spoke of 
going to London, and Paris, and Rome, often subjected me 
to the ridicule of my schoolfellows. But this confidence 



18 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

was too settled for either ridicule or reason to shake in the 
slightest degree. 

In my fifteenth year, a little book entitled " The Tourist 
in Europe," written by Mr. George P. Putnam, fell into my 
hands. In addition to lively sketches of a summer trip on 
the continent, it contained the programmes of several Euro- 
pean tours, with statements of the time, expenses, and other 
details of travel, which furnished me with a basis whereon to 
construct my own plans. The want of means was a serious 
check to my anticipations ; but I could not content myself 
to wait until I had slowly accumulated so large a sum as 
tourists usually expend. It seemed to me that a more hum- 
ble method of seeing the world would place within the 
power of almost every one, what had hitherto been deemed 
the privilege of the wealthy few. Meanwhile, two years 
passed away, and I became an apprentice to the printing 
business in the neighboring county town. Howitt's " Rural 
Life in Germany," which appeared about this .time, confirm- 
ed me in my ideas, and I resolved to delay no longer, but 
to undertake a pedestrian tour through Europe, as soon af> 
I could obtain sufficient means to start with. It was not 
simply the desire for a roving life which impelled me ; it 
was the wish to become acquainted with other languages 
and other races : to behold the wonders of classic and 
mediaeval Art ; to look upon renowned landscapes and feel 
the magic of grand historical associations ; in short, to 
educate myself more completely and variously than my 
situation and circumstances enabled me to do at home. 

With this view, I wrote to several gentlemen who had 
made the tour of Europe, requesting information and advice. 



INTKOUUCIOlii' CHAPTER. 19 

Without a single exception tliej answered that it would be 
impossible to travel according to the estimates I had made, 
or without the possession of sums, which then appeared to 
me fortunes in themselves. I was not discouraged by their 
replies, but, although I was entirely without money and 
could not see where it was to come from, felt myself con- 
tinually drawing nearer to the realization of my hopes. 
Finally, in January, 1844, my cousin. Dr. Frank Taylor, 
announced his determination to visit Europe, and urged me 
to accompany him. I had still two years of my apprentice- 
ship to serve ; the project was opposed by my friends as 
something utterly visionary and impracticable ; my cousin 
had barely sufficient me^fns for himself, and my pockets 
were as empty as they could well be ; but I decided to go. 
For some months previous, I had been publishing from 
time to time occasional boyish poems, which had procured 
me the kind encouragement of Dr. Griswold, who was then 
editor of " Graham's Magazine," and of Mr. N. P. Willis, 
who was conducting the ** New Mirror." The former gen- 
tleman had advised me to commence my literary career with 
a small volume of these effusions, and the idea came into 
my head that by so doing, I might — on the strength of some 
inherent promise in the poems — obtain a newspaper corre- 
spondence which would start me on my way. My friends, 
whose personal kindness exceeded, for the time, their lite- 
rary taste, subscribed for a sufficient number of copies to 
defray the expense of publication, and in the following 
month, a small volume of very crude verses appeared. It 
was charitably noticed by the Philadelphia press, however, 
and subserved my plans by introducing me to the acq[uaint> 



20 YIEWrf A -FOOT. 

aiicG of several literary gentlemen, who promised to aid me 
with their indiience. Trusting to this faint prospect of 
procuring employment, I made preparations to leave the 
printing-oflice, which I fortunately accomplished without 
difficulty, the editor being willing to release me from my 
engagement on conditions which I was able to fulfil. 

Another friend and schoolfellow, Mr. Barclay Pennock 
(whose recently published " Religion of the Northmen" has 
made his name known to the literary world), joined my 
cousin and myself, and we at once began to prepare for our 
departure. I made many applications to different editors, 
and met with nothing but disappointment. Europe was 
already becoming familiar to the reading public, and merely 
descriptive letters, although not yet a drug in the literary 
market, were no longer in the same demand as formerly. 
Two weeks before the day fixed upon for leaving home, I 
had secured no employment, and did not possess a dollar 
towards my outfit. I then went to Philadelphia and spent 
two or three days in calling upon all the principal editors 
and publishers of the city, but I seemed doomed to be 
unsuccessful. At last, when I was about to return home, 
not in despair, but in a state of wonder as to where my 
funds would come from (for I felt certain they would come), 
Mr. Patterson, at that time publisher of the Saturday Eve- 
ning Post, offered me fifty dollars, in advance for twelve 
letters, with the promise of continuing the engagement, if 
the letters should be satisfactory. The Hon. Joseph E. 
Chandler, editor of the United States Gazette, then made 
me a similar offer. It is needless to say that I instantly and 
joyfully accepted both, and thus found myself in possession 



INTRODUCTORY CU AFTER, 21 

of one hundred dollars. ]\Ir. George E,. Graham also paid 
me liberally for some manuscript poems, and I returned 
home in triumph, with a fund of one hundred and forty 
dollars, which at that time seemed sufficient to carry me to 
the end of the world. 

Our plan was to spend a year and a half in Europe, and 
I trusted implicitly to future remuneration for letters for 
my means, or, if that should fail, to my skill as a composi- 
tor, for I supposed I could at the worst work my way 
through Europe, like the German Ivtndwerkshursclien. Islj 
parents, who had good reason to look upon the project at 
first as the mad whim of a boy, were encouraged by this 
first success, and their reluctant consent removed the only 
shadow that hung over my dazzling hopes ; but many good 
old country friends shook their heads gravely, predicting 
that we would all return as repentant prodigals, in less than 
six months. Our slender preparations were soon made. 
My cousin and myself travelled on foot to Washington, 
called on Mr. Calhoun, then Secretary of State, procured 
our passports, and walked home again. Yf e took no more 
baggage than we could carry in our hands, for, as we antici- 
pated being obliged to practise the strictest economy, we 
determined to commence with the very moment of leaving 
home. Towards the close of June the farewells were said, 
and we went with light hearts, and by the cheapest route, 
to New York. 

I called at once upon Mr. AYillis, who sympathized with 
my own enthusiasm, and strengthened me witli his hearty 
encouragement. He gave me a note of recommendation, 
with wLicli I visited tlic editors of tlio loading journals, but 



22 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

failed to make any further engagements, except a condi* 
tional one with Horace Greeley, of the New York Tribune. 
When I first called upon this gentleman, whose friendship 
it is now my pride to claim, he addressed me with that 
honest bluntness which is habitual to him : " I am sick of 
descriptive letters, and will have no more of them. But I 
should like some sketches of German life and society, after 
you have been there and know something about it. If the 
letters are good, you shall be paid for them, but don't write 
until you know something.'* This I faithfully promised, 
and kept my promise so well, that I am afraid the eighteen 
letters which I afterwards sent from Germany, and which 
were published in the Tribune, were dull in proportion as 
they were wise. Mr. Willis also gave me letters to some 
printers of his acquaintance in London, thinking they might 
be useful in case I should be compelled to resort to my 
handicraft. 

Our first plan was to take passage to some continental 
port, and Ave spent two days in visiting the vessels in the 
North and East E-ivers, but could find none in which the 
fare was less than fifty dollars. We were on the jDoint of 
embarking in a Dutch vessel, bound for Antwerp, the cap- 
tain of which agreed to take us for that sum, after Mr. Wil- 
lis had interceded with the consignees in our behalf; but as 
we afterwards found we should be obliged to furnish our 
own bedding and incur various other expenses, we relin- 
quished this chance, calculating that a steerage passage to 
England would cost us but half the money, while the 
remaining twenty -five dollars would support us for at least 
a month after our arrival. We therefore took what waa 



INTRODUCrOUY CHAPTER. 2St 

then called a second-cabin passage, in the ship Oxford, for 
Liverpool. The second-cabin was a small space amid-ships, 
flanked with bales of cotton, and fitted up with temporary 
berths of rough planks. We paid ten dollars apiece for the 
passage, with the privilege of finding our own bedding and 
provisions. At a warehouse of ships' stores on Pine street 
wharf we found everything that we needed, and received 
great assistance from the salesman, who calculated with per- 
fect honesty and exactness what articles we should need, 
and what quantity of each. In our inexperience we should 
probably have gone to sea but half supplied. The ship's 
cook, for a small compensation, undertook to prepare our 
provisions, thus relieving us from one of the most disagreea- 
ble necessities of a second-class passage. On summing up 
our expenses we were gratified to find that we should reach 
Liverpool at a cost of twenty-four dollars apiece. 

On the 1st of July, 1844, we left New York, sending a 
last hastily pencilled note by the pilot, to our relatives at 
home. As the blue hills of Neversink faded away and 
sank with the sun behind the ocean, and I first felt the 
swells of the Atlantic and the premonitions of sea-sickness, 
my heart failed me, for the first and last time. The irre- 
vocable step was taken ; there was no possibility of retreat, 
and a vague sense of doubt and alarm possessed me. Had 
I then known anything of the world this feeling would have 
been more than momentary ; but to my ignorance and 
enthusiasm all things seemed possible, and the thoughtless 
and happy confidence of youth soon returned. 



CHAPTER II. 

THE VOYAGE, 

The Second Cabin— Our FelloTr Passengers — Sea Life — The Banks of Newfoundland — 
Black Fish — Unfavorable Weather — The Iowa Indians — Their Songs and Dances — 
Eaising the Wind— Off the Hebrides— First Sight of Land— Scenery of the North 
Channel — A Burial at Sea — The Isle of Man — Approach to Liverpool — Objects on 
Landing — A Eace for the Custom House — A Day in Liverpool. 

The second cabin of tlie Oxford was just abaft the main- 
mast. A hatchway, barely large enough to admit a man's 
body, communicated with the deck, or rather, with that 
portion of it which we were allowed to frequent. Below, 
there were eight berths and nine passengers, two of whom 
were therefore obliged to turn in together. The lot fell 
upon my cousin and myself, and as the berths were barely 
wide enough for one, and not more than five feet long. I 
suffered nightly tortures from cramped limbs. Our only 
light came through the hatch, which was battened down in 
stormy weather, leaving us in almost total darkness, with a 
horrid sense of suffocation. Our box of stores, with a bag 
of potatoes, were stowed under the berths, and our barrel of 
pilot-bread served as a seat. Our fellow-passengers were a 



QUR FELLOW PA-SENGERS. 26 

motley company. There was an intelligent German student, 
with a pale, melancholy face ; a wild young Englishman, 
evidently of good family, but a runaway and heartily tired 
of sailor life ; an honest Scotch woman, who had been two 
years in Vermont ; two Irish grocers, and one of those indi- 
viduals whose characters are colorless, and whose presci.ce 
is almost as blank as the memory of them. We were soon 
on familiar terms, and did our best to dissipate, by harmless 
jollity, the annoyances of our situation. The German, 
whose whole stock of provisions consisted of ten pounds of 
soda crackers and a few lemons, was soon thrown upon our 
hospitality, which he accepted with a readiness that made 
him welcome. The Scotch woman, who entertained us with 
legends of " that terrible man, Graham of Claverhouse," 
shared also with us her store of Vermont gingerbread, as 
long as it lasted. The Englishman sat down beside us Avith 
his platter, and encouraged a mutual exchange of delicacies ; 
but I must d(? the Irish grocers the justice to say that they 
took care of themselves and were satisfied. Capt. Rathbone, 
the commander of the Oxford, was a fine specimen of the 
hearty, generous sailor character, and never ceased to treat 
us with kindness. He gave us the use of the cabin library, 
and ordered the steward to supply us with any article we 
might need. 

Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt 
from the necessity of creature comforts, a sea-voyage would 
be delightful. To the landsman there is sublimity in the 
wild and ever-varied forms of the ocean ; they fill his mind 
with living images of a glory he had only dreamed of before. 
But after a fortnight at sea we would have been willing to 



26 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

forego all tins and get back the comforts of the shore. The 
days dragged on so slowly that as we approached the Euro- 
pean side of the world, the space of a lifetime seemed to 
separate us from the experiences of home. 

As we approached the Banks of Newfoundland, a gale 
arose, which for two days and nights carried us on, career- 
ing Mazeppa-like, up hill and down. The sea looked truly 
magnificent, although the sailors told us it was nothing at all 
in comparison with the storms of winter. But we were not 
permitted to pass the Banks, without experiencing one of 
the calms, for which that neighborhood is noted. For three 
days we lay almost motionless on the glassy water, some- 
times surrounded by large flocks of sea-gulls. The weed 
brought by the Gulf Stream floated around, and the branches 
we fished up were full of beautiful little shells. Once a 
large school of black-fish came around the vessel, and the 
carpenter climbed down on the fore-chains Avith a harpoon, 
to strike one. Scarcely had he taken his position, when 
they all darted off in a straight line, through the water, and 
were soon out of sight. He gravely declared they had 
smelt the harpoon. 

We congratulated ourselves on having reached the Banks 
in seven days, as it is considered the longest third-part of 
the passage. But the hopes of reaching Liverpool in 
twenty days, Avere soon overthrown. A succession of 
southerly winds drove the vessel as far north as Lat. 55° , 
without bringing us much nearer our destination. It was 
extremely cold, for we were but five degrees south of the 
latitude of Greenland, and the long northern twilights camf 
®n. The last glow of the evening twilight had scarcel 



INDIANS AT SEA. 2l 

faded, before the first glimmering of dawn appeared. I 
found it extremely easy to read, at 10 P. M., on the deck. 

We had much diversion on board from a company of 
Iowa Indians, under the celebrated chief " White Cloud," 
who were on a visit to England. They were truly a wild 
looking company, and helped not a little to relieve the 
tedium of the passage. The chief was a very grave and 
dignified person, but some of the braves were merry enough. 
One day we had a war-dance on deck, which was a most 
ludicrous scene. The chief and two braves sat upon their 
haunches, beating a small drum violently, and howling forth 
their war-song, while the others in full dress, painted in a 
grotesque style, leaped about, brandishing tomahawks and 
spears, and terminating each dance with a terrific yell. Some 
of the men were quite handsome, but the squaws were all 
ugly. They occupied part of the second cabin, separated 
only by a board partition from our room. This proximity 
was anything but agreeable. They kept us awake more 
than half the night, by singing and howling in the most 
dolorous manner, with the accompaniment of slapping their 
hands violently on their bare breasts. We tried an opposi- 
tion, and the German made our room ring with the chorus 
from Der Fxeischutz — but in vain. They would howl and 
beat their breasts, and the pappoose ivould squall. Any loss 
of temper is therefore not to be wondered at, when my 
cramped limbs alone were enough to drive off half the night's 
slumber. 

It was a pleasure, at least, to gaze on their strong athletic 
frames. Their massive chests and powerful limbs put to 
shame our lean proportions. One old man. in narticulart 



28 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

who seemed the patriarch of the Land, used to stand foi 
hours on the quarter-deck, sublime and motionless as a 
statue of Jupiter. An interesting incident occuia-ed during 
the calm of which I spoke. They began to be fearful we 
were doomed to remain there forever, unless the sj)irits were 
invoked for a favorable wind. Accordingly the prophet lit 
his pipe and smoked with great deliberation, muttering all 
the while in a low voice. Then, having obtained a bottle of 
beer from the captain, he poured it solemnly over the stern 
of the vessel into the sea. There were some indications of 
wind at the time, and accordingly the next morning w^e had 
a fine breeze, which the lowas attributed solely to the 
Prophet's incantation and the offering of beer. 

After a succession of calms and adverse winds, on the 
25th we were off the Hebrides, and though not within sight 
of land the soutbern winds came to us strongly freighted 
with the meadow freshness of the Irisli bogs, so we could at 
least smell it. That day the wind became more favorable, 
and the next morning we were all roused out of our berths 
by sunrise, at the long wished-for cry of "land!" Just 
under the golden flood of light that streamed through the 
morning clouds, lay afar-off and indistinct the crags of an 
island, with the top of a light-house visible at one extremity. 
To the south of it, and barely distinguishable, so completely 
was it blended in hue with the veiling cloud, loomed up a 
lofty mountain. I shall never forget the sight. As we drew 
nearer, the dim and soft outline it first wore, was broken into 
a range of crags, with lofty precipices jutting out to the sea, 
and sloping off inland. The white wall of the light-house 
shone in the morning's light, and the foam of the break eis 



THE NORTH CHANNEL. 29 

dashed up at the foot of the airy cliffs. It was worth all the 
troubles of a long voyage, to feel the glorious excitement 
which this herald of new scenes and new adventures created. 
The light-house was en Tory Island, on the north-western 
coast of Ireland. The captain decided on taking the North 
Channel, as it was in our case nearer, as well as more interest- 
ing than the usual route. 

We passed the Island of Ennistrahul, near the entrance 
of Londonderry harbor, and at sunset saw in the distance 
the islands of Islay and Jura, off the Scottish coast. Next 
morning we were close to the promontory of Fairhead, a 
bold, precipitous headland, like some of the Palisades on the 
Hudson ; the highlands of the Mull of Cantire were on the 
opposite side of the Channel, and the wind }*eing ahead, Ave 
tacked from shore to shore, running so near the Irish coast, 
that we could see the little thatched huts, stacks of peat, 
and even rows of potatoes in the fields. It was a cheering 
panorama : the view extended for miles inland, and the 
fields of different colored grain were spread out before us, a 
brilliant mosaic. Towards evening we passed Ailsa Crag, 
the sea-birds' home, within sight, though about twenty miles 
distant. Some fishermen came off to us, towards evening, 
and we succeeded in exchanging a few pounds of pilot bread 
for fresh fish, which, fried by our black cook, made us a 
feast fit for the Gods. Our provisions, which had held out 
remarkably well, were almost entirely exhausted, and this 
unexpected supply was as welcome to us as the loaves and 
fishes to the famished multitude. 

On Sunday, the 2Sth, we pa-sed the lofty headland of the 
Mull of Galloway and entered the Irish Sea. Here there 



30 - VIEWS A-FOOT, 

^Yas an occurrence of an impressive nature. A -womaii 
belonging to the steerage, who had been ill the whole pas- 
sage, died the morning before. She appeared to be of a very 
avaricious disposition, though this might indeed have been 
the result of a laudable self-denial. In the morning she was 
speechless, and while thej were endeavoring to persuade her 
to give up her keys to the captain, died. In her pocket were 
found tAvo parcels, containing forty sovereigns, sewed up with 
the most miserly care. It was ascertained she had a widowed 
mother in the north of Ireland, and judging her money 
could be better applied than to paying for a funeral on 
shore, ^he captain gave orders for committing the body to the 
waves It rained drearily as her corpse, covered with starred 
bunting, was held at the gangway while the captain read the 
funeral service ; then one plunge was heard, and a white ob- 
ject flashed up through the dark waters, as the ship passed on. 
In the afternoon we passed the Isle of Man, having a 
beautiful view of the Calf, with a white stream tumbling 
down the rocks into the sea ; and at night saw the sun set 
behind the mountains of Wales. About midnight, the pilot 
came on board, and soon after sunrise I saw the distant 
spires of Liverpool. The "Welsh coast was studded with 
windmills, all in motion, and the harbor spotted with buoys, 
bells and floating lights. How delightful it was to behold 
the green trees on the banks of the Mersey, and to know 
that in a few hours we should be on land ! About 1 1 
o'clock we came to anchor in the channel of the Mersey, 
near the docks, and after much noise, bustle and confusion, 
were transferred, with our baggage, to a small steamboat, 
giving a parting cheer to the lowas, who remained on board. 



A RACE FOR THE CUSTOM HOUSE. 31 

On landing, I halted a moment to observe the scene. The 
baggage-wagons, drawn by horses, mules and donkeys, were 
extraordinary objects to my eyes ; men were going about 
crying " the celebrated Tralorum gingerbread /" which they 
carried in baskets, and a boy with long blue gown and yel- 
low knee-breeches, was running to the wharf to look at the 
Indians. A man came up to me, exclaiming, " These are the 
genuine Tralorums!" and hunger (for our supplies were all 
gone), 'Combined with curiosity, induced me to purchase some 
of the^D . I was not in a good condition to discriminate, but 
I found the Tralorums worthy of their great renown. 

At last, the carts were all loaded, the word was given to 
start, and then, what a scene ensued ! Away went the 
mules, the horses and the donkeys ; away ran men and 
women and children, carrying chairs and trunks, and boxes 
and bedding. The wind was blowing, and the dust whirled 
up as they dashed helter-skelter through the gate and 
started off on a hot race, down the dock to the customs 
office. Two wagons came together, one of which was over- 
turned, scattering the broken boxes of a Scotch family over 
the pavement ; but while the poor woman was crying over 
her loss, the tide swept on, scarcely taking time to glance at 
the mishap. 

The wild Englishman advised us to go to the Chorley 
Tavern, where we could get a good dinner. On finding a 
porter who knew where it was, we trusted ourselves entirely 
to his guidance. Taking our baggage, he signified by a 
mysterious sign, that we should follow him, and marched 
directly into the city. "We had gone about a hundred yards 
and had last si^ht of the Custom House, when one of the 



32 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

officers came up at full speed and commanded us to return 
and submit our baggage to the usual examination, I antici- 
pated a rough handling, but everything we had was passed 
with little trouble, the officer merely opening the trunks and 
pressing his hands on the top. Even some American 
reprints of English works which my companion carried, and 
feared would be taken from him, were passed over without 
a word. I was agreeably surprised at this, as from the 
accounts of some travellers, I had been led to fear horrible 
things of custom-houses. This over, we took a stroll about 
the city, I was first struck by seeing so many people 
walking in the middle of the streets, and so many gentlemen 
going about with pinks stuck in their button-holes. Then, 
the houses being all built of brown stone or dark brick, 
gives the town a sombre appearance, which the sunshine 
(when there is any) cannot dispel. Of Liverpool we saw 
little except that bountiful dinner at the Chorley Tavern — a 
meal ever to be remembered. Before the twilight had 
wholly faded, we were again tossing on the rough waves o/ 
the Irish Sea. 



CH APTEK III. 

A DAY IN IRELAND. 

LeaTing Liverpool— The Second Cabin again — Irish Fellow Passengers — The Channet 
— The Northern Coast of Ireland — Port Push — A Paiuy Day — An Irish Hut— 
Dunluce Castle— Eain and Kuin — The Gianfa Causeway — The Giant's Well — 
Basaltic Columns — The Giant's Organ, and Chimneys — A Coast Scene — The Shore 
at Night — "Wandering in the Storm — Eeturn to Port Push. 

Instead of going directly to London, we decided to take 
Scotland in our way, as the season was favorable for a pedes- 
trian tour in the Highlands. But there was no boat to 
leave for Glasgow for two days, and rather than spend the 
time uselessly in Liverpool, we embarked on board a small 
steamer for Londonderry, which was to stop at Port Rush, 
near the Giant's Causeway. The German student, who was 
bound for Paris, sent his baggage to Havre, retaining only a 
knapsack, and joined us for the trip. We also forwarded 
our portmanteaus to London, and took with us only the most 
necessary articles of clothing. On calling at the steamboat 
office we found that the fare in the fore cabin was but two 
shillings and a lalf, while in the chief cabin it was six times 
as much. As I had started to make the tour of all Europe 



34 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

with a sum little higher than is given for the mere passage 
across the ocean, there was no alternative — the twenty-four 
hours' discomfort could be more easily endured than the 
expense, and as I expected to encounter many hardships, it 
was best to make a beginning I had crossed the ocean 
with tolerable comfort for twenty-four dollars, and was 
determined to try whether England, where I had been told 
it was almost impossible to breathe without expense, might 
not also be seen on the same scale of expenditure. We 
accordingly took our tickets, and laid in a stock of bread 
and cheese for provision on the way. 

The fore cabin was merely a bare room, with a bench 
along one side, which was occupied by half a dozen Irish- 
men in knee-breeches and heavy brogans. As we passed 
out of the Clarence Dock at 10 P. M., I went below and 
managed to get a seat on one end of the bench, where I 
spent the night in sleepless misery. The Irish bestowed 
themselves about the floor as they best could, for there was 
no light, and very soon the deepness of their snoring gave 
token of blissful unconsciousness. 

The next morning was misty and rainy, but I preferred 
walking the deck and drying myself occasionally beside the 
chimney, to sitting in the dismal room below. We passed 
the Isle of Man, and through the whole forenoon were 
tossed about very disagreeably in the North Channel. lii 
the afternoon we stopped at Larne, a little antiquated village, 
not far from Belfast, at the head of a crooked arm of tlie 
sea. There is an old ivy-grown tower near, and high green 
mountains rise up around. After leaving ?t, we had a beaU' 
tiful panoramic view of the northern coast. Many of t^^ 



AN IRISH HUT. 35 

precipices are of tbe same formation as the Causeway : 
Fairhead, a promontory of this kind, is grand in the extreme. 
The perpendicular face of fluted rock is about three hundred 
feet in height, and towering up sublimely from the Avater. 
seemed almost to overhang our heads. My companion com- 
pared it to Niagara Falls petrified ; and I thought the simile 
very striking. It is like a cataract falling in huge waves, 
in some places leaping out from a projecting rock, in others 
descending in an unbroken sheet. 

We passed the Giant's Causeway after dark, and about 
eleven o'clock reached the harbor of Port Rush, where, after 
stumbling up a strange old street, in the dark, we found a 
little inn, and soon forgot the Irish Coast and everything 
else. 

In the morning when we arose it was raining, with little 
prospect of fair weather, but having expected nothing better, 
we set out on foot for the Causeway. The rain, however, 
soon came down in torrents, and we were obliged to take 
shelter in a cabin by the road side. The whole house con- 
sisted of one room, with bare walls and roof, and earthen 
floor, while a window of three or four panes supplied the 
light. A fire of peat was burning on the hearth, and the 
breakfast, of potatoes alone, stood on the table. The occu- 
pants received us with rude but genuine hospitality, giving 
us the only seats in the room to sit upon ; except a rickety 
bedstead that stood in one corner and a small table, there 
was no other furniture in the house. The man appeared 
rather intelligent, and although he complained of the hard- 
ness of their lot, had no sympathy with O'Connell or the 
Repeal movement. 



36 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

We left this miserable liut as soon as it ceased raining—- 
and, tliough there were many cabins along the road, few 
were better than this. At length, after passing the walls of 
an old church, in the midst of older tombs, we saw the roof- 
less towers of Dunluce Castle, on the sea-shore. It stands 
on an isolated rock, rising perpendicularly two hundred feet 
above the sea, and connected with the cliffs of the mainland 
by a narrow arch of masonry. On the summit of the cliffs 
are the remains of the buildings where the ancient lords 
kept their vassals. An old man, who takes care of the cas- 
tle for Lord Antrim, on whose property it is situated, show- 
ed us the way down the cliff. We walked across the 
narrow arch, entered the ruined hall, and looked down on the 
roaring sea below. It still rained, the wind swept furiously 
through the decaying arches of the banqueting hall and 
waved the long grass on the desolate battlements. Far 
below, the sea foamed white on the breakers and sent up an 
unceasing boom. It was the most mournful and desolate 
picture I had ever beheld. There were some low dungeons 
yet entire, and rude stairways, where, by stooping down, I 
could ascend nearly to the top of one of the towers, and 
look out on the wild scenery of the coast. 

Going back, I found a way down the cliff, to the mouth of 
a cavern in the rock, which extends under the whole castle 
to the sea. Sliding down a heap of sand and stones, I stood 
under an arch eighty feet high ; in front the breakers dashed 
jpto the entrance, flinging the spray half-way to the roof, 
while the sound rang up through the arches like thunder. 
It seemed to me the haunt of the old Norse sea-gods ! 

We left the road near Dunluce and walked along the 



THE giant's cause WAT. 3? 

smooth beach to the clifiPs that surround the Causeway. 
Here we obtamed a guide, and descended to one of the 
caves which can be entered from the shore. Opposite the 
entrance a bare rock called Sea Gull Isle, rises out of the 
sea like a church steeple. The roof at first was low, but we 
shortly came to a branch that opened on the sea, where the 
arch was forty-six feet in height. The breakers dashed far 
into the cave, and flocks of sea-birds circled round its mouth. 
The sound of a gun was like a deafening peal of thunder, 
crashing from arch to arch till it rolled out of the cavern. 

On the top of the hill a spacious hotel is erected for visi- 
tors to the Causeway ; after passing this we descended to 
the base of the cliffs, which are here upwards of four hun- 
dred feet high, and soon began to find, in the columnar 
formation of the rocks, indications of our approach to the 
spot. The guide pointed out some columns which appeared 
to have been melted and run together, from which Sir Hum- 
phrey Davy attributed the formation of the Causeway to the 
action of fire. Near this is the Giant's Well, a spring of the 
purest water, the bottom formed by three perfect hexagons, 
and the sides of regular columns. One of us observing that 
no giant had ever drunk from it, the old man answered — • 
" Perhaps not : but it was made by a giant — God Almighty !'* 

From the well, the Causeway commences — a mass of 
columns from triangular to octagonal, lying in compact forms, 
and extending into the sea. I was somewhat disappointed 
at first, having supposed the Causeway to be of great height, 
but I found the Giant's Loom, which is the highest part of 
it, to be but about fifty feet from the water. The singular 
appearance of the columns and the many strange forms 



88 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

which they assume, render it, nevertheless, an object of the 
greatest interest. Walking out on the rocks we came to the 
Ladies' Chair, the seat, back, sides and footstool, being all 
regularly formed by the broken columns. The guide said 
that any lady who would take three drinks from the Giant's 
Well, then sit in this chair and think of any gentleman for 
whom she had a preference, would be married before a 
tAYelvemonth. I asked him if it would answer as well for 
gentlemen, for by a wonderful coincidence we had each 
drunk three times at the well ! He said it would, and 
thought he was confirming his statement. 

A cluster of columns about half- way up the cliff is called 
the Giant's Organ — from its very strikuig resemblance to 
that instrument, and a single rock, worn by the waves into 
the shape of a rude seat, is his chair. A mile or two further 
along the coast, two cliffs project from the range, leaving a 
vast semicircular space between, which, from its resemblance 
to the old Roman theatres, was appropriated for that pur- 
pose by the Giant. Half-way down the crags are two or 
three pinnacles of rock, called the Chimneys, and the 
stumps of several others can be seen, which, it is said, were 
shot off by a vessel belonging to the Spanish Armada, in 
mistake for the towers of Dunluce Castle. The vessel was 
afterwards wrecked in the bay below, which has ever since 
been called Spanish Bay, and in calm weather the wreck 
may be still seen. Many of the columns of the Causeway 
have been carried off and sold as pillars for mantels —anci 
though a notice is put up threatening persons with the rigor 
of *,he law, depredations are occasionally made. 



THE SHORE AT NIGHT. 39 

Returning, wc left the road at Dunluce, and took a path 
Vvhich led along the summit of the cliffs. The twilight was 
gathering and the wind blew with great fury, which, com- 
bined with the black and stormy sky, gave the coast an air 
of extreme wildness. All at once, as we followed the wind- 
ing path, the crags appeared to open before us, disclosing a 
yawning chasm, down which a large stream, falling in an 
unbroken sheet, was lost in the gloom below. AVitnessed in 
a calm day, there may perhaps be nothing striking about it, 
but coming upon us at once, through the gloom of twilight, 
with the sea thundering below and a scowling sky above, it 
was absolutely startling. 

The path at last wound, with many a steep and slippery 
bend, down the almost perpendicular crags, to the shore, at 
the foot of a giant isolated rock, having a natural arch 
through it, eighty feet in height. We followed the narrow 
strip of beach, having the bare crags on one side and a line 
of foaming breakers on the other. It soon grew dark ; a 
furious storm came up and swept like a hurricane along the 
shore. I then understood what Home means by " the 
lengthening javelins of the blast,'' for every drop seemed to 
strike with the force of an arrow, and our clothes were soon 
pierced in every part. 

Then we went up among the sand hills, and lost each 
other in the darkness, when, after stumbling about among 
tlie gullies for half an hour, shouting for my companions, I 
found the road and heard my call answered ; but it happen- 
ed to be two Irishmen, Avho came up and said — '• And is it 
another gintleman ye're callin' for? we heard some one 
cryin', and didn't know but somebody might be kilt." 



40 VIEWS A FOOT. 

Finally, about eleven o'clock we all arrived at the inn, 
dripping witli rain, and before a warm fire concluded the 
adventures of our day in Ireland. 



4-. 



CHAPTER IV. 

BEN LOMOND AND THE HIGHLAND LAKES, 

Passage to Greenock — The Deck Passengers — Arrival at Night — The Blind Fiddlers- 
Dumbarton Rock — An Adventure — " On Leven's Banks '" — Loch Lomond — Voyagw 
np the Lake — Anecdotes — Sailing on a Meadow — The Ascent of Ben Lomondr 
View from the Summit — The Descent — Highland Scenery — Loch Katrine — Th» 
Boatmen — Trip down the Lake — Ellen's Isle — The Trosachs — The Inn of Ard» 
cheancrochaa. 

The steamboat Londonderry called the next day at Port 
Uusli, and we left in her for Greenock. We ran down the 
Irish coast, past Dunluce Castle and the Causeway ; the 
Giant's Organ was very plainly visible, and the winds were 
strong enough to have sounded a storm song upon it. Far- 
ther on we had a distant view of Carrick-a-Rede, a precipi- 
tous rock, separated by a yawning chasm from the shore, 
frequented by the catchers of sea-birds. A narrow swing- 
ing bridge, which is only passable in calm weather, crosses 
this chasm, two hundred feet above the water. 

The deck of the steamer was crowded with Irish, and cer- 
tainly gave no very favorable impression of the conditiop. 
of the peasantry of Ireland. On many of their counte 



42 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

nances there was scarcely a mark of intelligence ; they were 
a most brutalized and degraded company of beings. Many 
of them were in a beastly state of intoxication, which, from 
the contents of the pockets of some, was not likely to 
decrease. As evening drew on, two or three began singing, 
and the others collected in groups around them. One of 
them, who sang with great spirit, was loudly applauded, and 
poured forth song after song, of the most vulgar and inde-- 
cent character. 

We took a deck passage for three shillings, in preference 
to paying twenty for the cabin, and having secured a v?tcant 
place near the chimney, kept it during the whole passage. 
The waves were as rough in the Cliaiiiiel as I had seen them 
on the Atlantic, and our boat was tossed about like a play- 
thing. By keeping still, we escaped sickness, but we could 
not avoiu the sight of the miserable beings who crowded 
the deck. Many of them spoke in the Irish tongue, and 
our German friend (the student whom I have already men- 
tioned) noticed in many of the words a resemblance to his 
mother tongue. I procured a bowl of soup from the stew- 
ard, but it was so greasy and repulsive that I was unable to 
eat it, and gave it to an old man whose hungry look and 
wistful eyes convinced me it would not be lost on him. He 
swallowed it with ravenous avidity, together with a crust of 
bread, which was all I had to give him, and seemed for the 
time as happy and cheerful as if all his earthly wants were 
satisfied. - * 

We passed by the foot of G-oat Fell, a lofty mountain on 
the island of Arran, and sped on through the darkness past 
the hill* of Bute, till we entered the Clyde. We arrived at 



THE BLIND FIDDLER, 43 

Greenock at one o'clock at niglit. All tlie houses were 
closed, and we walked for some time at random through its 
silent streets, until we met a policeman, to whom we stated our 
case, and asked him to show us where we might find cheap 
lodgings. He took my cousin and myself to the house of a 
poor widow, who had a spare bed which she let to strangers, 
and then conducted our comrade and the German to another 
similar lodging-place. 

An Irish strolling musician, who was on board the Dum- 
barton boat, commenced playing soon after we left Greenock 
next morning, and, to my surprise^ struck at once into *' Hail 
Columbia." Then he gave "the Exile of Erin," with the 
most touching sweetness ; and I noticed that ahvays after 
playing any air that was desired of him, he would invariably 
return to the sad lament, which I never heard executed with 
more feeling. It might have been the mild, soft air of tlic 
morning, or some peculiar mood of mind that influenced me, 
but I have been far less affected by music which would be 
considered immeasurably superior to his. I had been think- 
ing of America, and going up to the old man, I quietly bade 
him play " Home." It thrilled with a painful delight that 
almost brought tears to my eyes. My companion started as 
the sweet melody arose, and turned towards me, his face 
kindling with emotion. 

Dumbarton Rock rose higher and higher as we went up 
the Clyde, and before we arrived at the town I hailed the 
dim outline of Ben Lomond, rising far off among the high- 
lands. The town is at the head of a small inlet, a short 
distance from the rock, which was once surrounded by water. 
We went immediately lo the Castle. Tlie rock is nearly 



44 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

500 feet lilgli, and from its position and great strength as a 
fortress has been called tlie Gibraltar of Scotland. The 
top is surrounded with battlements, and the armory and 
barracks stand in a gap between the two peaks. We passed 
down a green lane, around the rock, and entered the Castle 
on the south side. A soldier conducted us through a narrow 
cleft, overhung with crags, to the summit. Here, from the 
remains of a round building, called Wallace's Tower, from 
its having been used as a look-out station bj that chieftain, 
vt^e had a beautiful view of the whole of Leven Yale to 
Loch Lomond, Ben Lomond and the Highlands, and on the 
other hand, the Clyde and the Isle of Bute. In tlie soft 
and still balminess of the morning, it was a lovely picture. 
In the armory, I lifted the sword of Wallace, a two-liande»d 
weapon, five feet in length. We also examined a Locha- 
ber battle-axe, from Bannockburn, and several ancient 
claymores. I had a little adventure at Dumbarton, which 
came near bringing my travels to a sudden termination. 
Noticing a bunch of pink mallows growing in a crevice of 
the rock, seventy or eighty feet from the ground, I climbed 
up the projecting points to get them. The rock at last 
became perpendicular, and I only found a little notch where 
I could rest the end of one foot. The mallows were still 
just beyond my reach, whereupon I caught hold of a bunch 
of tough grass with one hand, and drew myself slowly up 
until I plucked the flowers with the other. On lowering 
myself back again, I could not find the notch, and hung thus 
by one hand to the frail bunch of grass, Avhich threatened 
to give way beneath my weight. It could not have been 
many £cco'^r!s before I recovered the slender foothold, h'^t 



" ON levjen's banks." 45 

when I reached the ground I was bathed from head to foot 
in a cold perspiration, and had some difficulty in concealing 
from my comrades the faintness I felt. 

We lingered long upon the summit before we forsook the 
stern fortress for the sweet vale spread out before us. It 
was indeed a glorious walk, from Dumbarton to Loch 
Lomond, through this enchanting valley. The air was mild 
and clear ; a few light clouds occasionally crossing the sky, 
chequered the hills with sun and shade. I have as yet seen 
nothing that in pastoral beauty can compare with its glassy 
winding stream, its mossy old woods, and guarding hills — ■ 
and the ivy- grown, castellated towers embosomed in its 
forests, or standing on the banks of the Leven — the purest 
of rivers. At a little village called Renton, is a monument 
to Smollett, but the inhabitants seem to neglect his memory, 
as one of the tablets on the pedestal is broken and half 
fallen away Further up the vale a farmer showed us an 
old mansion in the midst of a group of trees on the 1 ank of 
the Leven, which he said belonged to Smollett — or Roderick 
Random, as he called him. Two or three old pear trees, 
under which he was accustomed to play in his childhood, 
were still standing where the garden had formerly been. 

At the head of Leven Vale, we set off in the steamer 
"Water Witch*' over the crystal waters of Loch Lomond, 
passing Inch Murrin, the deer-park of the Duke of Mon- 
trose, and Inch Caillach, 

" where gray pines wave 



Their shadows o'er Clan Alpine's grave." 
Under the clea^ <;kv and golden light of the declining sun. 



46 VIEWa A-FOOT, 

we entered the Higlilands, and heard on every side names 
we had learned long ago in the lays of Scott. Ilero were 
Glen Fruin and Bannochar, Ross Dim and the pass of Bcal- 
ma-na. Fnrther still, we passed Rob Roy's rock, uliere the 
lake is locked in by lofty monntains. The cone like peak 
of. Ben Lomond rises fiiv above on the right, Ben Voirlich 
stands in front, and the jagged crest of Ben Arthur looks 
over the shoulders of the western hills. A Scotchman on 
board pointed out to us the remarkable places, and related 
many interesting legends. Above Inversnaid, where there 
is a beautiful waterfiU, leaping over the rock and glancing 
out from the overhanging birches, we passed McFarland's 
Island, concerning the origin of which name he gave a 
history A nephew of one of the old Earls of Lennox, the 
ruins of whose castle we saw on Inch Mnrrin, having mur- 
dered his uncle's cook in a quarrel, was obliged to flee for 
his life. Returning after many years, he built a castle upon 
this island, which was always afterwards named, on account 
of his exile. Far-land. On a precipitous point above Inver- 
snaid, are two caves in the rock ; one near the Avater is called 
Rob Roy's, though the guides generally call it Bruce's also, 
to avoid trouble, as the real Bruce's Cave is high up the hill. 
It is so called, because Bruce hid there one night, from the 
pursuit of his enemies. It is related that a mountain goat, 
who used this probably for a sleeping place, entered, trod on 
his mantle, and aroused him. Thinking his enemies were 
upon him, he sprang np, and saAv the silly animal before him. 
In token of gratitude for this agreeable surprise, when he 
became king, a Liw was passed, declaring goats free through- 
out all Scotland — unpunishable for whatever trespass they 



VOYAGE LP 1-OCII LOMOND. 47 

miglit commit, and the legend further says, that not having 
been repealed, it remains on the statute books at the present 

day. 

On the opposite shore of the lake is a large rock, called 
" Bull's Rock," having a door in the side, with a stairway 
cut through the interior to a pulpit on the top, from which 
the pastor at Arroquhar preaches a monthly discourse. The 
Gaelic legend of the rock is, that it once stood near the 
summit of the mountain above, and was very nearly balanced 
on the edge of a precipice. Two wild bulls, fighting vio- 
lently, dashed with great force against the rock., wbich, 
being thrown from its balance, was tumbled down the side 
of the mountain, until it reached its present position The 
Scot was speaking with great bitterness of the betrayal of 
Wallace, when I asked him if it was still considered an 
insult to turn a loaf of bread bottom upwards in the pre- 
sence of a Monteilh. " Indeed it is, sir," said he, " I have 
often done it mysejf." 

Until last May, travellers were taken no higlier up the 
lake than Rob Roy's Cave, but another boat having com 
menced running, they can now go beyond Loch Lomond, 
two miles up Glen Falloch, to the Inn of Inverarnan, thereby 
visiting some of the finest scenery in that part of the High- 
lands. It was ludicrous, however, to see the steamboat on 
a river scarcely wider than herself, in a little valley, hemmed 
'in completely with lofty mountains. She went on, however, 
pushing aside the thickets which lined both banks, and I 
began to think she was going to take the shore for it, wlicn 
we came to a place widened out for her to be turned around 



48 VIKWS A VOOT. 

ill ; here wc jiimpod nshort^ in a p:roon meadow, on which 

the Coo\ mist was l>ot;iiiuiu;;' to ilrsooiul. 

Wliou wo arose in tlio niovnini;-. at loin- e'eloi-k, lo return 
with tlie boat, tlie snn was ahH\ul_v shlninj;- upon the west 
ward hills, seareolv a eUnul was in the skv, and the air was 
pure ami eot)l, 'l\) our j;-reat delii;ht lien i.ouionil waf^ 
unshrouded. and we were hdtl that a uun-e favorable day lor 
the aseent had not oeeurreil tor two months. N\'e left the 
hoi\{ at Kowardennan, an inn at the siintlu>rn base oi' Hen 
Lonu>nd. Al'ter breakfastinu- on Loch Lonnmd trout, I stidc 
out to the slun-e while my ciunpanions were prejiarinp; for 
the aseent, and made a hasty sheteh oi' the lake. 

AVe purposed deseendin;;' on the nortlun'n side and cross- 
iui;- the Hiii'hlands to Loeh Katrine. AUhong'h it was r(>pre- 
sentiul as diifienlt and dani^erous by the piide who wisln^l to 
aeeompanv us. mo determined to run the risk of heiuj:^ 
enveloped in a eloml on the summit, and so set. out alone, 
till* path appeariuii' plain bet'ore ns. We had no dillicuUy 
in tol lowing' it np the losser heijihts, around the base. It 
wound iMi. t>ver roek and bt\i;\ amoui;" the heather and broom 
with which the nunintain is eovored. sonu^times rnnninpf np 
a steep aeelivity, and then winding- zig^jio- around a roeky 
ascent. The rains two davs before, had made the boffs 
damp and mnddy* hut with this «^xeeption, we had little 
tronble for sonu> time. Inm l.onn^nd is a dtniblv formed 
mountain For about three fourths oi' the wav there is a 
continued aseent. when it Is snddeidv terminattnl bv a larffe 
barren plain, irom one end oi' whieh the summit shoots np 
abruptly, forming at the northern side a precipice live bun- 



CIJMUINU XKN lOMOM) 4§ 

rlr«(l feet lii^l). Am w<t a{)]jrottclic<l tlic Humrnit of tiic firHt 
jjait (>r llic, nif;ijiitaiii, (he. way Ixicajm*. vj-ry htcop aij(i toil 
HoiiKi ; l>iit tin; jnoKpcct, whicli had bcJorci been only mi tho 
Houtli Hide., Ixt^^an to <)\)<'.u on the eawt, and w(} saw tiiidd<;niy 
Hpic.ad out \)0,\t)W UK, lljc vale, cf Mi'iitcitli, witlj 'Mar Locli 
Aid and Alj(riloi) " in llic (:«;ntr(5, and the hutrc front of 
iicnveiiue filling up the picture. 'I'aliing couraj^c. from this 
wight, we hurri<-d on. 'J'he heather liad heeonie Mtiinted 
and dwarfihli, and tijf5 ground was covered with short hi own 
grasH. The mountain Khcep. whicli we saw looking at U8 
fr(jin the rock above, had worn so many paths along the 
side, that w<; could not tell which to take, but punhed on in 
the direction of the, numrnit, till thinking it mtixt bs near at 
hand, we found a mile and a lialf of j>l;iin b<'fV)re uh, with 
tlie top of Ben Lomond ni the, farther end. The plain was 
full of wet moKH, croHHed in all directions by deep ravines or 
gullies worn in it by the mountain raluH, and the wind bwept 
aeroKS with a tempest-like force. 

L met near the base, a young gentleman from Edinburgh, 
who had left Rowardennan before ns. and we commenced 
ascending together. Tt was hard work, but neither liked to 
stop, so we climbed up to the first resting place, and foun 1 
the path leading along the brink of a precipice. We soon 
attained the summit, and mounting a little mound of earth 
and stones, I saw the half of Scotland at a glance. The 
clouds hung just above the mountain tops, which lose all 
around like the waves of a mighty sea. On every side — 
near and far -stood their misty summits, hut Ben Lomond 
was the monarch of them all. Locli Lomond lay unrolled 
under my feet like a beautiful map, and just opposite, Loch 



50 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

Long thrust its head from between the feet of the crowded 
hills to catch a glimpse of the giant. "We could see from 
Ben Nevis to Ayr — from Edinburgh to Staffa. Stirling and 
Edinburgh Castles would have been visible, but that the 
clouds hung low in the valley of the Forth and hid them 
from our sight. 

The view from Ben Lomond is nearly twice as extensive 
as that from Oatskill, being uninterrupted on every side, but 
it wants the glorious forest scenery, clear, blue sky, and 
active, rejoicing character of the latter. We stayed about 
two hours on the summit, taking refuge behind the cairn, 
when the wind blew strong. I found the smallest of flowers 
under a rock, and brought it away as a memento. In the 
middle of the precipice there is a narrow ravine or rather 
cleft in the rock, to the bottom, from whence the mountain 
slopes regularly but steeply down to the valley. At the 
bottom we stopped to awake the echoes, which were repeat- 
ed four times ; our German companion sang the Hunter's 
Chorus, which resounded magnificently through this High- 
land hall. We drank from the river Forth which starts from 
a spring, .at the foot of the rock, and then commenced de- 
scending. This was also toilsome enough. The mountain 
was quite wet and covered with loose stones, which, dis- 
lodged by our feet, went rattling down the side, oftentimes 
to the danger of the foremost ones ; and when we had run 
or rather slid down the three miles, to the bottom, our knees 
trembled so as scarcely to support us. 

Here, at a cottage on the farm of Coman, we procured 
some oat cakes and milk for dinner, from an old Scotch wo- 
man, v.'ho pointed out the direction of Loch Katrine, six 



BCKNIiUV OF 'JlIM lIiailLANDS. 61 

miles distant ; tlicre was no road, nor indood a solitary dwell- 
ing; between. TIhi Iiills were hare of trees, covered M'ith 
scraggy bushes and rough lieatli, whicli in some places was 
so thick that we could scarcely drag our feet through. Added 
to this, the ground was covered with a kind of moss that 
retained the moisture like a sponge, so that our boots ere 
long became thoroughly soaked. Several large streams 
were rushing down the declivities, and many of the wdd 
breed of black Highland cattle were grazing around. After 
climbing up and down one or two heights, occasionally 
startling the moorcock and ptarmigan from their heathery 
coverts, wc saw tlie valley of Loch Con ; while in the middle 
of the plain on the top of the mountain we had ascended, 
was a sheet of water which we took to be Loch Achill. 
Two or thrc^e wild fowl swimming on its surface were the 
only living things in sight. The peaks around shut it out 
from all view of the world ; a single decayed tree leaned 
over it from a mossy rock, and gave the whole scene an 
air of the most desolate wildness. I forget the name of the 
lake ; but we learned afterwards that the Highlanders con* 
sid(ir it the abode of the fairies, or *' men of peace," and that it 
is still 6uperstitiously shunned by them after nightfall. 

From the next mountain we saw Loch Achill and Loch 
Katrme below, but a wet and weary descent had yet to bo 
made. I was about throwing off my knapsack on a rock, 
to take a sketch of Loch Katrine, Mhich appeared very 
beautiful from this point, when we discerned a cavalcade of 
ponies winding along the path from Inversnaid to the head 
of the lake, and hastened down to take the boat when 
they should arrive. Our haste turned out to be unnecessary, 



62 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

hnwcvcrf for tlicy had to wait for their Ing-g-age, which was 
Ions: in comiu";. Two boatmen then otlered to take us for 
two shilhngs and sixpence each, with the privilege of stop- 
ping at Ellen's Isle ; the regular fare being two shillings 
AVe got in, when, after exchanging a few words in Gaelic 
one of them called to the travellers, of whom there were 
a number, to come and take passage at two shillings — tlien 
at one and sixpence, and finally concluded by requestnig 
them all to step on board the sliillmg boat ! At length, 
having secured nine at this reduced price, we pushed off ; 
one of the passengers took the helm, and the boat glided 
merrily over the clear water. 

It appears there is some opposition among the boatmen 
this summer, which is all the better for travellers. They are 
a bold race, and still preserve many of the characteristics 
of the clan from which they sprung. One of ours, who had 
a chieftain-like look, was a MacGregor, related to Rob Roy. 
The fourth descendant in a direct line, now inhabits the 
Rob Roy mansion, at Glengyle, a valley at the head of the 
lake. A small steamboat was put upon Loch Katrine a 
short time ago, but the boatmen, jealous of this new invasion 
of their privilege, one night towed her out to the middle of 
the lake and there sunk her. 

Near the point of Brianchoil is a very small island with a 
few trees upon it, of which the boatman related a story that 
was new to mo. He said an eccentric individual, many 
yevars ago, built his house upon it — but it was soon beaten 
dnAvn by the winds and waves. Having built it up with 
like fortune several times, he at last desisted, saying, 
" bought wisdom was the best ;" since when it has been call* 



THE BOATMEN OF LOCH KATRINE. 65 

ed the Island of Wisdom. On the shore below, the boat, 
man showed us his cottage. The whole family were out at 
the door to witness our progress ; he hoisted a flag, and when 
we came opposite, they exchanged shouts in Gaelic. As 
our men resumed their oars again, we assisted in giving three 
cheers, which made all the echoes of Bcnvenue ring. 
Some one observed his dog, looking after us from a project- 
ing rock, when he called out to him, " go home, you brute !" 
We asked him why he did not speak Gaelic also to his dog. 
" Very few dogs, indeed," said he, *' understand Gaelic, but 
they all understand English. And we therefore all use 
English when speaking to our dogs; indeed, I know some 
persons, who know nothing of English, that speak it to 
their dogs !" 

They then sang, in a rude manner, a Gaelic song. The 
only word I could distinguish was Inch Caillach, the burying 
place of Clan Alpine. They told us it was the answer of a 
Highland girl to a foreign lord, who wished to make her his 
bride. Perhaps, like the American Indian, she would not 
leave the graves of her fathers. As we drew near the east- 
ern end of the lake, the scenery became far more beautiful. 
The Trosachs opened before us, Ben Ledi looked down over 
the bare forehead of Ben An, and, as we turned a rocky 
point, Ellen's Isle rose up in front. It is a beautiful little 
turquoise in the silver setting of Loch Katrine. The north- 
em side alone is accessible, all the others being rocky and 
perpendicular, and thickly grown with trees. We rounded 
the island to the little bay, bordered by the silver strand, 
above which is the rock from which Fitz-James wound his 
horn, and shot under an ancient oak which flung its long 



r>4 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

gray arms over the water. Here we found a flight of rocky 
steps, leadirg to the top, where stood the bower erected by 
Lady Willoughby D'Eresby, to correspond with Scott's 
description. Two or three blackened beams are all that 
remain of it, having been burned down some years ago by 
the carelessness of a traveller. 

The mountains stand all around, like giants, to " sentinel 
this enchanted land." On leaving the island, we saw the 
Goblin's Cave, in the side of Ben venue, called by the Gaels, 
" Ooir-nan-Uriskin." Near it is Beal-nam-bo, the pass of 
cattle, overhung with gray weeping birch trees. 

Here the boatmen stopped to let us hear the fine echo, 
and the names of " Rob E,oy," and " Roderick Dhu," were 
sent back to us nearly as lou.d as they were given. The de- 
scription of Scott is wonderfully exact, though the forest that 
feathered over the sides of Benvenue has since been cut 
down and sold by the Duke of Montrose. When we reached 
the end of the lake it commenced raining, and we hastened 
on in the twilight through the pass of Beal-an-Duine, scarce- 
ly taking time to glance at the scenery, till Loch Achray 
appeared through the trees, and on its banks the ivy-grown 
front of the inn of Archeancrochan, with its unpronounce* 
able name. 



CHAPTER Vo 

THE BURNS FESTIVAL, 

Morning on Loch Katrine — Walk to Stirling— Out-door Life — The Bums Festival- 
Preparations — Journey to Ayr — The " Twa Brigs " — The Streets of Ayr — Scotch 
Beggars — An lucideat — The Burns Cottage — Alloway Kirk — English Exclusiveness 
—The Sister and Sons of Burns — Lord Egiintoun — Professor Wilson — The Proces- 
sion — Performance of Tarn O'Shanter — The Burns Monument— Speech of Eobert 
Burns — An Anecdote of the Poet — Crowd at the Station — Eeturn to Glasgow. 

We passed a glorious summer morning on the banks of Loch 
Katrine. The air was pure, fresh and bahny, and the wann 
sunshine glowed upon forest and lake, upon dark crag and 
purple mountain-top. The lake was a scene in fairy -land. 
Returning over the rugged battle-plain in the jaws of the 
Trosachs, we passed the wild, lonely valley of Glenfmlas 
and Lanric Mead, at the head of Loch Vcniiachar, rounding 
the foot of Ben Ledi to Coilantogle Ford. We saw the deso- 
late hills of Uam-var, over which the stag fled from his lair 
in Glenartney, and keeping on through Callander, stopped 
for the night at a little inn on the banks of the Teith. The 
next day we walked through Doune, over the lowlands to 
Stu'ling, where we amved at noon. Crossing Allan Water 



6d VIEWS AFOOT. 

and the Forth, we climbed Stirling Castle and looked on the 
purple peaks of the Ochill Mountains, the far Grampians, 
and the battle-fields of Bannockburn and Sheriff Muir. We 
were favored with pleasant weather during the whole of 
this journey, and found that our expenses did not exceed 
the moderate estimate we had made. In the neat little 
country inns, we readily procured lodgings for a shilling, 
while bread, butter, cheese and ham, purchased at the 
baker's and grocer's, furnished us with the material for our 
roadside meals. I shall long remember the breakfast we 
made, sitting in the grass at the foot of Doune Castle, on 
the banks of the swift Teith, whose clear water filled our 
cups. At Stirling, we took the coach to Falkirk the same 
afternoon, and thence proceeded by railroad to Glasgow, in 
order that we might attend the Burns Festival at Ayr, on 
the following day, the 6tli of August. Our German com- 
panion, feeling little interest in the memory of the poet- 
ploughman, parted from us and took the steamer to Edin- 
burgh, with the hope of meeting us somewhere on the road 
to London. 

The 6th of August, 1844, was a great day for Scotland — 
the assembling of all classes to do honor to the memory of 
her peasant-bard. And right fitting was it, too, that such a 
meeting should be held on the banks of the Doon, the 
stream of which lie has sung so sweetly, within sight of the 
cot where he was born, the beaiitiful monument erected by 
his countrymen, and more than all, beside " Alloway'« witch' 
haunted wall !" One would think old Albyn would rise up 
at the call, and that from the wild clansmen of the northern 
hills to the shepherds of the Cheviots, half her honest ye(K 



THE BURNS FESTIVAL. 67 

manry would be there, to render gratitude to the memory 
of the bard wlio was one of tliem, and who gave their wants 
and their woes immortal utterance. 

For months before had the proposition been made to hold 
a meeting on the Doon, similar to the Shakspeare Festival 
on the Avon, and the 10th of July was first appointed for 
the day, but owing to the necessity of further time for pre- 
paration, it was postponed until the 6th of August. The Earl 
of Eglintoun was chosen Chairman, and Professor Wilson 
Vice-Chairman ; in addition to this, all the most eminent 
British authors were invited to attend. A pavilion, capable 
of containing two thousand persons, had been erected near 
the monument, in a large field, which was thrown open to 
the public. 

When we arose at Glasgow it was raining, and I feared 
that the weather miglit dampen somewhat the pleasures of 
the day, as in the case of the celebrated tournamenf. at 
Eglintoun Castle. We reached the station in time for the 
first train, and sped in the face of the wind ovei- the plains 
of Ayrshire, which, under such a gloomy sky, looked most 
desolate. We ran some distance along the coast, having a 
view of the Hills of Arran, and reached Ayr about nine 
o'clock. We came first to the New Bridge, which had a 
triumphal arch in the middle, and the lines, from the " Twa 
Brigs of Ayr ;" 

"Will your poor narrow foot-path of a street. 
Where twa wheel-barrows tremble when they meet, 
Your min'd, formless bulk o' stane and lime. 
Compare wi' bonnie brigs o' modern time ?" 
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58 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

While on the arch of the " old brig " was th© reply 
" I'll be a brig when ye're a shapeless stane." 

As we advanced into the town, the decorations became, 
more frequent. The streets were crowded with people car- 
rying banners and wreaths, many of the houses were adorned 
with green boughs, and the vessels in the harbor hung out 
all their flags. We saw the Wallace Tower, a high Gothic 
building, having in front a statue of Wallace leaning on his 
sword, by Thorn, a native of Ayr ; and on our Avay to the 
green, where the procession was to assemble, passed under 
the triumphal arch thrown across the street opposite the 
inn where Tarn O'Shanter caroused so long with Souter 
Johnny. Leaving the companies to form on the long mea- 
dow bordering the shore, Ave set out for the Doon, three 
miles distant. Beggars were seated at regular distances 
along the road, uttering the most dolorous winnings. Both 
bridges were decorated in the same manner, with miserable 
looking objects, keeping up, during the whole day, a con- 
tinued lamentation. Persons are prohibited from begging in 
England and Scotland, but I suppose, this being an extra- 
ordinary day, license was given them as a favor, to beg free. 
I noticed that the women, wit> their usual kindness of heart, 
bestowed nearly all the alms which these unfortunate objects 
received. The night before, as I was walking through the 
streets of Glasgow, a young man of the poorer class, very 
scantily dressed, stepped up to me and begged me to listen 
to him for a moment. He spoke hurriedly and agitatedly, 
begging me, in God's name, to give him something, however 
little. I gave him what few pence I had with me, when r.o 



THE BURNS COTTAGE ALLOWAV KIRK. 59 

grnsped my hand with a quick motion, saying, " Sir, you 
little think how much you have done for me." I was about 
to inquire more particularly into his situation, but he had 
disappeared among the crowd. 

We passed the " cairn where the hunters found tlie mur- 
dered bairn," along a pleasant road to the Burns cottage, 
where it was spanned by a magnificent triumphal arch of 
evergreens and flowers. To the disgrace of Scotland, this 
neat little thatched cot, where Burns passed the first seven 
years of his life, is now occupied by somebody, who has 
stuck up a «Ign over the door, *' licensed to retail sjnrits, to be 
drunk on the j)rej7iises ;^' and accordingly the rooms were 
crowded full of people, all drinking. There was an original 
portrait of Burns in one room, and in the old-fashioned 
kitchen we saw the recess where he was born. The hostess 
looked towards us as if to inquire what we would drink, and 
I hastened away — there was profanity in tlie thought. But 
by this time, the bell of Old Alloway, which still hangs in 
its accustomed place, though the walls only are left, began 
tolling, and we obeyed the call. The attachment of the 
people for this bell is so great, that a short time ago, when 
it was ordered to be removed, the inhabitants rose en masse, 
and prevented it. The ruin, which is close by the road, 
stands in the middle of the church-yard, and the first thing 
I saw, on going in the gate, was the tomb of the father of 
Burns. I looked in the old window, but the interior was 
filled with rank weeds, and overshadowed by a young tree, 
which had grown nearly to the eaves. 

The crowd was now fast gathermg in the large field, in 
the midst of which the pavilion was situated. We went 



60 VIEWS A-FOOt. 



4li 



down by tlie beautiful monument to Burns, to the '* AuM 
Brig o' Doon," wliicli was spanned by an arcli of evergreens, 
containing a representation of Tarn O'Shanter and his grey 
mare, pursued by the witches. It had been arranged that 
the procession was to pass over the old and new bridges, 
and from thence by a temporary bridge over the hedge into 
the field. At this latter place a stand was erected for the 
sons of Burns, the officers of the day, and distinguished 
guests. Here was a beautiful specimen of English exclusive- 
ness. The space adjoining the pavilion was fenced around, 
and admittance denied at first to any, except those who had 
tickets for the dinner, which, the price being fifteen shillings, 
entirely prevented the humble laborers, who, more than all, 
should participate on the occasion, from witnessing the 
review of the procession by the sons of Burns, and hearing 
the eloquent speeches of Professor Wilson and Lord Eglin- 
toun. Thus, of the many thousands who were in the field, 
but a few hundred who were crowded between the bridge 
and the railing around the pavilion, enjoyed the interesting 
spectacle. By good fortune, I obtained a station where I 
had an excellent view of the scene. The sons of Burns 
were in the middle of the platform, with Eglintoun on the 
right, and Wilson on the left. Mrs. Begg, sister of the 
Poet, with her daughters, stood by the Countess of Eglin- 
toun. She was a plain, benevolent looking woman, dressed 
in black, and appearing still active and vigorous, though she 
is upwards of eighty years old. Shs bears some likeness, 
especially in the large, dark, lustrous eye, to the Poet. 
Robert Burns, the eldest son, appeared to me to have a 
strong resemblance to his father, and it is isaid he is the o\>iy 



'^{- THE PROCESSION. 61 

one wlio remembers his face. He has for a long time had 
an office under Government, in London. The others have 
but lately returned from a residence of twenty years in 
India. Among other notable characters on the stand were 
Alison, the historian, who is now Sheriff of Lanark, and 
Mrs. S C. Hall. Professor Wilson appeared to enter into 
the spirit of the scene better than any of them. He shout- 
ed and waved his hat, and, with his fine, broad forehead, his 
long brown locks already mixed with gray, streaming on 
his shoulders, and that eagle eye glancing over the vast 
assemblage, seemed a real Christopher North, yet full of the 
fire and vigor of youth — " a gray -haired, happy boy !" 

About half of the procession consisted of lodges of masons, 
all of whom turned out on the occasion, as Burns was one 
of the fraternity. I was most interested in several compa- 
nies of shepherds, from the hills, with their crooks and 
plaicis ; a body of archers in Lincoln green, with a handsome 
chief at their head, and some Highlanders in their most 
picturesque of costumes. As one of the companies, which 
carried a mammoth thistle in a box, came near the platform, 
Wilson snatched a branch, regardless of the pricks, and 
placed it on his coat. After this pageant, which could not 
have been much less than three miles long, had passed, a 
band was stationed on the platform in the centre of the field, 
around which the procession formed in a circle, and the 
whole company sang, " Ye Banks and Braes o' Bonnie Doon." 
Just at this time, a person dressed to represent Tam O'Shan- 
ter, mounted on a gray mare, issued from a field near the 
Burns Monument and rode along towards Alloway Kirk, 
from which, when he approached it, a whole legion of 



62 VIEWS AFOOT. 



stBf 1 



witches sallied out and commenced a hot pursuit. They 
turned back, however, at the keystone of the bridge, tlie 
witch with the " cutty sark" holding up in triumj)h the 
abstracted tail of Maggie Soon after this the company 
entered the pavilion, and the thousands outside were enter, 
tained. as an especial favor, by the band of the S7th Regi- 
ment, while from the many liquor booths around the field 
they could enjoy themselves in a grosser way- 

We went up to the Monument, which was of more par- 
ticular interest to us, from the relics within, but admission 
was denied to all. Many persons were collected around the 
gate, some of whom, having come from a great distance, 
were anxious to see it ; but the keeper only said, such were 
the orders and he could not disobey them. Among the 
crowd, a grandson of the original Tam O'Shanter was shown 
to us. He was a raw-looking boy of nineteen or twenty, 
wearing a shepherd's cap and jacket, and muttered his disap- 
probation very decidedly, at not being able to visit the 
Monument. 

There were one or two showers during the day, and the 
sky, all the time, was dark and lowering, which was unfavor- 
able for the celebration ; but all were glad enough that the 
rain kept aloof till the ceremonies were nearly over. The 
speeches delivered at the dinner, which appeared in the 
papers next morning, are undoubtedly very eloquent, I 
noticed in the remarks of Robert Burns, in reply to Profes- 
sor "Wilson, an acknowledgment which the other speakers 
forgot. He said, ** The Sons of Burns have grateful hearts, 
and to the last hour of their existence, they will remember 
the honor that has been paid them this day, by the noble, 



ANECDOTE OF BURNS. 



6^ 



the lovely and tlic tnlontcd, of thoii- native land — by men of 
genius and kindred spirit from onr sister land — and lastly, 
tliey owe tlieir thanks to tlie inhabitants of the far distant 
West, the conntry of a great, free, and kindred people.' 
(lond cheers.)' In connexion with this snbject, I saw an 
anecdote of the poet which is not generally known. During 
his connexion with the Excise, he was one day at a party, 
where the health of Pitt, then minister, was proposed, as 
"his master and theirs." He immediately turned doM-n his 
glass and said, " I will give you the health of a far greater 
and better man — Gk()R(jk WASHi\(rn)N !" 

We left the field early and went back through the muddy 
streets of Ayr. The street before the railway office was 
crowded, and tiiere was so dense a mass of people on tlie 
steps, that it se(Mned almost impossible to get near. 8eeii;g 
no other chance, 1 managed to take my stand on the lo\\ est 
steps where the pressure of the crowd behind, and tlie 
working of the throng on the steps, raised me off my fcoA, 
and in about a quarter of an hour carried me, compressed 
into the smallest possible space, up the steps to the door, 
where the crowd burst in by fits, like water rushing out of 
a bottle. We esteemed ourselves fortunate in getting room 
to stand in an open car, where, after a two hours' ride 
through the wind and pelting rain, we arrived at Glasgow. 



CHAPTER VI. 

OVER THE BORDER FROM EDINBURGH TO LONDON". 

RMe to Edinburgh — The Monumental City— Lost and Found— Soeing Edinburgh— 
The March Resumed— The Muirfoot Hills— American Books at Melrose — Wading 
the Tweed— Abbotsford— The Armory and Library— Scott's Study— A 'Prospect" 
Recovered— Ruins of Meh-ose Abbey— Teviot Dale— Jedburgli— Over the Border- 
Scenery of the Cheviots— Appreciative Tourists— Shepherds on Chevy Chase— The 
Moorland — A Night at Whelplngton Knowes— "Walk to Newcastle — Cheap Lodgings 
— The Roman Wall— Miners in Distress— Passage for London— A Meeting— The 
Voyage — The Thames at Night — London at Dawn. 

We left Glasgow on the morning after returning from the 
Burns Festival,, taking passage ni the open cars for Edin- 
burgh, for SIX shillings. On leaving the depot, we plunged 
into the heart of the hill on which Glasgow Cathedral stands, 
and were whisked through darkness and sulphury smoke 
to daylight again. The cars bore us past a spur of the 
Highlands, through a beautiful country where women were 
at work in the fields, to Linlithgow, the birth-place of Queen 
Mary. The majestic ruins of its once proud palace stand 
on a green meadow behind the town. In another hour we 
were walking through Edinburgh, admiring its palace-like 
edifices, and stopping every few minutes to gaze up at come 



LOST AND FOUND, Co 

lofty monument. Really, thought I, we call Baltimore the 
'* Monumental City" for its two marble columns, and here 
is Edinburgh with one at every street-corner ! These, too, 
not in the midst of glaring red buildings, where they seem 
to have been accidentally dropped, but framed in by lofty 
granite mansions, whose long vistas make an appropriate 
background to the picture. 

While intently gazing upon one of these monuments, my 
friends passed me and were lost in the crowd. All my 
efforts to find them were vain, and finally giving up the 
search, I went upon Calton Hill, where I spent two hours in 
contemplating the noble panorama it commands. A sense of 
hunger at last recalled me to myself, and I descended to the 
city to seek for an inn. I had given up all hope of seeing 
my friends, and made up my mind to go on alone to London, 
by the route we had proposed. As I was sauntering along 
in the crowd, a coarsely-dressed man suddenly accosted me. 
*' Your two friends," he said, " have sent me out to hunt 
you. They are at an inn not far from here." " Are you 
sure 1 am the riglit person ?" I asked. •' Oh yes," 
said he, " I knew it as soon as I saw you." I followed him, 
and, truly enough, found my comrades, installed in a cheer- 
ful tavern, and enjoying a bottle of ale. They had taken 
it for granted that the man would find me, and were not at 
all astonished at his success. 

We again looked from Calton Hill on Salisbury Crags and 
over the Frith of Forth, and then descended to dark old 
Holyrood, where the memory of lovely Mary lingers like a 
stray sunbeam in her cold halls, and the fair, boyish face of 
Rizzio looks down from the canvas on the armor of liis 



66 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

murderer. We threaded the Oanongate and climbed to the 
Oastle ; and finally, after a dnj and a half's sojourn, buckled 
on our knapsacks and marched out of the Northern Athens. 
In a short thne the tall spn-e of Dalkeith appeared above 
the green wood, and we saw to the right, perched on the 
steep banks of the Esk, the picturesque cottage of Ilaw- 
thornden, where Drummond once lived in poetic solitude. 
We made haste to cross before nightfall the dreary waste 
of Muirfoot Hills, from the highest summit of which we 
took a last view of Edinbr.rgli Castle and the Salisbury 
Crags, then blue in the distance. Far to the east were the 
hills of Lammermuir, and the country of Mid-Lothian lay 
before us. It was all Srofi-lnud. The inn of Torsonce, 
l)eside the Gala Water, was our resting-];)lace for the night. 
As we approached Gralashiels the next morning, where the 
bed of the silver Gala is nearly emptied by a number of 
dingy manufactories, the hills opened, disclosing the sweet 
vale of the Tweed, guarded by the triple peak of the Eil- 
don, at whose base lay nestled the village of Melrose. 

I stopped at a bookstore to purchase a view of the Abbey, 
and to my surprise nearly half the works were by Ameri- 
can authors. There were Bryant, Longfellow, Channing, 
Emerson, Dana, Ware and many others. The bookseller 
told me he had sold more of Ware's Letters than any other 
book in his shop, " and also," to use his own words, "an 
immense number of the great Dr. Channing." I have seen 
English editions of Percival, Willis, Whittier and Mrs. 
Sigonrney, but Bancroft and Prescott are classed among the 
* standard British historians." 

Crossing the Gala we ascended a hill on the road to Sel- 



WADING THE TWEED. 6Y 

kirk, and behold ! the Tweed ran below, and opposite, in 
the midst of embowering trees planted by the hand of Scott, 
rose the grey halls of Abbotsford. We went down a lane 

to the banks of the swift stream, but finding no ferry, B 

and I, as the water looked very shallow, thought we might 

save a long walk by wading across F preferred hunting 

for a boat ; we two set out together, with our knapsacks on 
our backs, and our boots in our hands The current was 
ice cold and very swift, and as the bed was covered with 
loose stones, it required the greatest care to stand upright. 
Looking at the bottom, through the rapid water, made my 
head so giddy, that 1 was forced to stop and shut my eyes ; 
my friend, who had firmer nerves, went plunging on to a 
deeper and swifter part, where the strength of the current 
made him stagger very unpleasantly. I called to him to 
return ; but the next thing 1 saw, he gave a plunge and 
went down to the shoulder in the cold flood. While he was 
struggling with a frightened expression of face to recover 
his footing, I leaned on my staff and laughed till I was on 

the point of falling also. To crown our mortification, F 

had found a ferry a few yards higher up and was on the 
opposite shore, watching us wade back again, my friend 
with dripping clothes and boots full of water. I could not 
forgive the pretty Scotch damsel who rowed us across, the 
mischievous lurking smile which told that she too had wit- 
nessed the adventure. 

We found a foot-path on the other side, which led through 
a young forest to Abbotsford Rude pieces of sculpture, 
taken from Melrose Abbey, were scattered around the gate, 
some half buried in the earth and overgrown with weeds. 



68 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

The niches in the walls Averc filled with pieces of sculpture, 
and a marble greyhound reposed in the middle of the court 
yard. We rang the bell in an outer vestibule, ornamented 
with several pairs of antlers, when a lady appeared, who, 
from her appearance, I have no doubt was Mrs. Ormand, 
the " Duenna of Abbotsford," so humorously described by 
D'Arlincourt, in his " Three Kingdoms." She ushered ua 
into the entrance hall, which has a magnificent ceiling of 
carved oak, and is lighted by lofty stained windows. An 
e&gy of a knight in armor stood at either end, one holding a 
huge two-handed sword found on Bosworth Field ; the walls 
were covered with helmets and breastplates of the olden 
time. 

Among the curiosities in the Armory are Napoleon's 
pistols, the blunderbuss of Hofer, Rob Roy's purse and gun, 
and the offering box of Queen Mary. Through the folding 
doors between the dining room, drawing-room and library, 
is a fine vista, terminated by a niche, in which stands Chan- 
trey's bust of Scott. The ceilings are of carved Scottish 
oak and the doors of American cedar. Adjoining the library 
is the study, the walls of which are covered with books ; the 
doors and windows are double, to render it quiet and undis- 
turbed. Scott's books and inkstand are on the table and 
his writing-chair stands before it, as if he had left them but 
a moment before. In a little closet adjoining, where he 
kept his private manuscripts, are the clothes he last wore, 
his cane and belt, to which a hammer and a small axe are 
attached, and his sword. A narrow staircase led from the 
study to his sleeping room above, by which he could come 
down at night and work while his family slept. The silence 



A "prospect" JIECOVEIIED. 69 

about tlie place is solemn and breathless, as if it waited to 
be broken by liis returning footstep. I felt an awe in tread- 
ing these lonely halls, like that which impressed me before 
the grave of Washington — a feeling that hallowed the spot, 
as if there yet lingered a low vibration of the lyre, though 
the minstrel had departed forever ! 

Plucking a wild rose that grew near the walls, I left 
Abbotsford, embosomed among the trees, and turned into a 
green lane that led down to Melrose. We went immediately 
to the Abbey, in the lower part of the village, near the 
Tweed. As I approached the gate, the porteress came out, 
and having scrutinized me rather sharply, asked my name. 
I told her ; — •'" Well," she added, " there is a prospect here 
for you." Thinking she aUuded to the ruin, I replied : 
*• Yes, the view is certainly very fine." *' Oh ! I don't mean 
that," she replied, " a young gentleman left a prospect here 
for you !" — whereupon she brought out a spy -glass, which I 
recognized as one that our German comrade had given to me. 
He had gone on, and hoped to meet us at Jedburgh. 

Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic archiv 
tecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the 
cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the 
two windows — the south and east oriels — are of a lightness 
and grace of execution really surprising. We saw the tomb 
of Michael Scott, of King Alexander II., and that of the 
Douglas, marked with a sword. The heart of Bruce is 
supposed to have been buried beneath the high altar. The 
chancel is all open to the sky, and rooks build their nests 
among the Avild ivy that climbs ovcm- the crumbling arches. 
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70 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

of our guide. By a winding stair in one of tlie towers we 
mounted to tlie top of the arch and looked down on the 
grassy floor. I sat on the broken pillar, which Scott always 
used for a seat when he visited the Abbey, and read the dis- 
interring of the magic book, in the " Lay of the Last 
Minstrel." I never comprehended its full beauty until then» 
and the memory of Melrose will give it a peculiar interest, in 
the future. When we left, I was willing to say, with the 
Minstrel : 

" Was never scene so sad and fair 1" 

After seeing the home and favorite haunt of Scott, we felt 
a wish to stand by his grave, but we had Ancrum Moor to 
pass before night, and the Tweed was between us and Dry- 
burgh Abbey. We did not wish to try another watery 
adventure, and therefore walked on to the village of Ancrum, 
where a gate-keeper on the road gave us lodging and good 
fare, for a moderate price. Many of this class practise this 
double employment, and the economical traveller, who looks 
more to comfort than luxury, will not fail to patronize them. 

Next morning we took a foot-path over the hills to Jed- 
burgh. From the summit there was a lovely view of the 
valley of the Teviot, with the Islue Cheviots in the distance. 
I thought of Pringle's beautiful farewell : 

" Our native land, our native vale, 
A long, a last adieu, 
Farewell to' bonny Teviot-dale, 
And Cheviot's mountains bluel" 

The poet was born in the valley below, and one that looks 



CHEVY CHASE. Yl 

upon its beauty cannot wonder how his heart chmg to the 
scenes he was leaving. We saw Jedburgh and its majestic 
old Abbey, and ascended the valley of the Jed towards the 
Cheviots. The hills, covered with woods of a luxuriant and 
even gorgeous beauty of foliage, shut out this lovely glen 
completely from the world. I found myself continually 
coveting the lonely dwellings that were perched on the 
rocky heights, or nestled, like fairy pavilions, in the laps 
of the groves. These forests formerly furnished the Avood 
for the celebrated Jedwood axe, used in the border fo- 
rays. 

As we continued ascending, the prospect behind us widen- 
ed, until we reached the summit of the Carter Fell, whence 
there is a view of great extent and beauty. The Eildon 
Hills, though twenty -five miles distant, seemed in the fore- 
ground of the picture. With a glass, Edinburgh Castle 
might be seen over the dim outline of the Muirfoot Hills. 
After crossing the border, we passed the scene of the 
encounter between Percy and Douglass, celebrated in 
" Chevy Chase," and at the lonely inn of Whitelee, in the 
valley below, took up our quarters for the night. 

Travellers have described the Cheviots as being bleak 
and uninteresting. Although they are bare and brown, to 
me the scenery was of a character of beauty entirely original 
They are not rugged and broken like the Highlands, but lift 
their round backs gracefully from the plain, while the mor(j 
distant ranges are clad in many an airy hue. Willis quaintly 
and truly remarks, tl^t travellers only tell you the picture 
produced in their own brain by what they see, otherwise the 
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72 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

traveller wears tlie cast-off clothes of others. Therefore let 
no one, of a gloomy temperament, journeying over the 
Cheviots in dull November, arraign me for having falsely 
praised their beauty 

I was somewhat amused with seeing a splendid carriage 
with footmen and outriders, crossing the mountain, the 
glorious landscape full in view, and the richly dressed lady 
within lying fast asleep ! It is no uncommon thing to 
meet carriages in the Highlands, in which the occupants 
are comfortably reading, wliile being whirled through the 
finest scenery. And apropos of this subject, my German 
friend related to me an incident. His brother was travelling 
on the Hhine, and when in the midst of the grandest scenes, 
met a carriage containing an English gentleman and lady, 
both asleep, while on the seat behind was stationed an 
artist, sketching away with all his might. He asked the 
latter the reason of his industry, when he answered, " Oh ! 
my lord wishes to see every night what he has passed 
during the day, and so I sketch as we go along ! " 

The hills, particularly on the English side, are covered 
with flocks of sheep, and lazy shepherds lay basking in the 
sun, among the purple heather, with their shaggy black 
dogs beside them. On many of the hills are landmarks, 
by which, when the snow has covered all the tracks, they 
can direct their way. After walking many miles through 
green valleys, down which flowed the Red Water, its very 
name telling of the conflicts which had crimsoned its tide, 
we came to the moors, and ten miles of blacker, drearier 
waste I never saw. Before entering them we passed the 
pretty little vilhige of Otterbr-ru, near the scene of the 



THE IXX AT WlIELl'lNCiTON KTiOWES. 73 

battle. I brought away a wild flower that grew on soil 
enriched by the blood of the Percys. On the village inn is 
their ancient coat of arms, a lion rampant on a field of gold, 
■Tv^ith the motto, " Esperanrc en Dieu." 

Scarcely a house or a tree enlivened the black waste, 
and even the road was marked on each side by high poles, 
to direct the traveller in winter. We were glad when at 
length the green fields came again in sight, and the little 
village of Whelpington Knowes, with its old ivy-grown 
church tower, welcomed us after the lonely walk. 

At the only inn in the place, I found it quite impossible 
to understand the servants, who spoke the rugged North- 
umbrian dialect. The landlady, who spoke tolerable 
English, came to our assistance, and received us with more 
cordiality than our knapsacks and dusty garments led us to 
expect. She quartered us for the night in an out-building, 
which appeared to be a kind of hunting lodge. It was a single 
room, with two beds, fowling-pieces and shot-Jbelts hanging 
on the walls, and some stuffed grouse on the top of a quaint 
old w2i,rdrobe. The evening was cool, and the unintelligible 
servants made a cheerful fire on the hearth. Our supper 
was served in a room of the inn, which was occupied by 
a young lady, whose appearance contrasted strangely with 
her situation. She was pale, but handsome, dressed with 
perfect taste, and the few words she spoke gave evidence of 
thorough refinement and cultivation. Her face was very 
sad, her manner subdued, yet with a quiet dignity which 
forced the landlady, who made very unceremonious use of 
her room, to treat her with respect. A shelf of classic 
authors, and some flower-pots in the window, were the 

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74 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

tokens of her tastes. Here is a, romance, if not a tragedy, 1 
thought, but I did not venture to ask any questions. 

As one sj)ocimen of the intelligence of this part of Eng- 
hmd, we saw a board conspicuously posted at the com 
mencement of a private road, declaring that " all persons 
travelling this way will be persecuted^ As the road led to 
a church, however, there may have been a design in the 
expression. 

On the fifth day after leaving Edinburgh, we reached a hill 
overlooking the valley of the Tyne and the German Ocean, 
as sunset was reddening in the west. A cloud of coal-smoke 
made us aware of the vicinity of Newcastle. On the summit 
of the hill a large cattle fair was being held, and crowds of 
people were gathered in and around a camp of gaudily 
decorated tents. Fires were kindled here and there, and 
drinking, carousing, and horse-racing, Avere flourishing in full 
vigor. After entering the town, we applied to a policeman 
to conduct us to a cheap lodging-place. He readily took us 
to a house in a dingy street near the river, inhabited by a 
poor family, who furnished us with beds (probably their 
own), and cooked us frugal meals, during the two days that 
we were obliged to await the departure of a steamer for 
London. 

We set out the next morning to hunt the Roman Wall. 
Passing the fine buildings in the centre of the city and the 
lofty monument to Earl Grey, we went towards the western 
gate and soon came to the ruins of a building, about wh-^" 
origin there could be no doubt. It stood there, bla 
by the rust of ages, a remnant of power passed 
There was no mistaking the massive round tower, w 



I 

DISTHESS AMONG THE MINERS. 75 

projecting ornaments, such as are often seen in the ruder 
works of the Romans. On each side a fragment of wall 
remained standing, and there appeared to be a chamber 
in the interior, which was choked up with rubbish. Thei e 
is another tower, much higher, in a public square in another 
part of the city, a portion of which is fitted up as a dwell- 
ing for the family which takes care of it ; but there was 
such a ridiculous contrast between the ivy-grown top, and 
the handsome modern windows and doors of the lower story, 
that it did not impress me half as much as the first, with 
all its neglect. These are the farthest limits of that power 
whose mighty works I hope hereafter to view at the seat of 
her grandeur and glory. 

I witnessed a scene at Newcastle that cannot soon be 
forgotten ; as it showed more plainly than I had before an 
opportunity of observing, the state to which the laboring 
classes of England are reduced. Hearing singing in the 
street under my window one morning, I looked out and 
saw a body of men, apparently of the lower class, but 
decent and sober-looking, who were singing in a rude and 
plaintive strain some ballad, tfie purport of which I could 
not understand. On making inquiry, I discovered it was 
part of a body of miners, who, about eighteen weeks before, 
in consequence of not being able to support their families 
with the small pittance allowed them, had struck for higher 
wages. This their employers refused to give them, and 
sent to Wales, where they obtained workmen at the former 
price. The houses these laborers had occupied were all 
taken from them, and for eighteen weeks they had had no 
other means of subsistence than the casual charity given 



7G VIEWS A-FOOT. 

them for singing' the story of their wrongs. It made m}> 
blood boil to hear those tones, wrung from the heart of 
poverty by the hand of tyranny. The ignorance, permitted 
by the government, causes an unheard amount of misery 
and degradation. We heard afterwards in the streets, 
another company who played on musical instruments. 
Beneath the proud swell of England's martial airs, there 
sounded to my ears a tone Avhose gathering murmur will 
make itself heard ere long by the dull ears of Power. 'x 

At last, at the appointed time, we found ourselves on 
board the "London Merchant," in the muddy Tyne, waiting 
for the tide to rise high enough to permit us to descend 
the river. There is great competition among the steam- 
boats this summer, and the price of passage to London is 
reduced to five and ten shillings. The second cabin, how- 
ever, is a place of tolerable comfort, and as the steward had 
promised to keep berths for us, we engaged passage. On 
going below, the first person we met was our German com- 
rade, who had preceded us all the way from Edinburgh. It 
was a joyous meeting on both sides. Following the wind- 
ings of the narrow river, we passed Sunderland and Tyne- 
mouth, where it expands into the German Ocean. The 
water was barely stirred by a gentle wind, and little re- 
sembled the stormy sea I expected to find. We glided over 
the smooth surface, watching the blue line of the distant 
shore till dark, when I went below expecting to enjoy a 
few hours' oblivion. But the faithless steward had given 
up the promised berth to another, and it was only with 
difiiculty that I secured a seat by tlie cabin table, where I 
dozed half the night with my head on my arms. It grew at 



LONDON AT DAWN. 77 

last too close and wearisome ; I went up on deck and lay 
down on the windlass, taking care to balance myself well 
before going to sleep. The earliest light of dawn awoke me 
to a consciousness of damp clothes and bruised limbs. AYe 
were in sight of the low shore the whole day, sometimes 
seeing the dim outline of a church, or a group of trees over 
the downs or flat beds of sand, which border the eastern 
coast of England. About dark, the red light of the Nore 
was seen, and we hoped before many hours to be in London. 
The lights of Gravesend were passed, but about ten o'clock, 
as we entered the narrow channel of the Thames, we struck 
another steamboat in the darkness, and were obliged to cast 
anchor for some time. 

When I went on deck in the gray light of morning 
again, we were gliding up a narrow, muddy river, between 
rows of gloomy buildings, with many vessels lying at 
anchor. As the day brightened, we turned a point, and 
right before me lay a vast crowd of vessels, and in the 
distance, above the wilderness of buildings, stood a dim, 
gigantic dome in the sky ; what a bound my heart gave at 
the sight ! And the tall pillar that stood near it — I did 
not need a second glance to recognize the Monument. I 
knew the majestic bridge that spanned the river above ; 
but on the right bank a cluster of massive buildino-s. 
crowned with many a turret, attracted my eye. A crowd 
of old associations pressed bewilderingly upon the mind, to 
see standing there, grim and dark with many a bloody 
page of England's history — the Tower of London ! The 
morning sky was as yet but faintly obscured by the coal- 
smoke, and in the misty light of coming sunrise, all objects 



78 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

seemed grander than their wont. In spite of the thrilling 
interest of the scene, I could not help recalling Byron's 
ludicrous but most expressive description. 

" A mighty mass of brick and smoke and shipping, 

Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye 
Can reach ; with here and there a sail just skipping 

In sight, then lost amidst the forestry 
Of masts ; a wilderness of steeples peeping 

On tip-toe through their sea-coal canopy ; 
A huge dun cupola, like a fool's-cap crown 
Oa a fool'? head, — and there is London town.** 



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CHAPTER VII. 

A WEEK IN LONDOlf. 

Entering London— Cheap Lodgings and Bad Company—The Thoroughfare*— St. 
Paul's — View from the Dome — St. James's Park — Westminster Abbey — Poet's 
Corner— Tombs of Sovereigns— Hall of the Bath— The Thames Tunnel— The lowas 
again— The Parks — Crime and Misery in London — ^The End of our Sojourn — Cost 
of the Tour through Scotland. 

London, Aiir/. 22, 1844. 
I.\ the course of time we came to anchor in tlie stream ; 
skiffs from the shore pulled alongside, and after some little 
quarrelling, we were safely deposited in one, with a party 
who desired to be landed at the Tower Stairs. The dark 
walls frowned above us as we mounted from the water and 
passed into an open square on the outside of the moat. 
The laborers were about commencing work, the fashionable 
dai/ having just closed, but there was still noise and bustle 
enough in the streets, particularly when we reached White- 
chapel, part of the great thoroughfare, extending through 
the heart of London to Westminster Abbey and the Parlia- 
ment buildings. Our first care was to find a resting-place, 
and we had not wandered far along Whitechapel before the 



80 VlKWvS A- FOOT. 

Signs " Cliop-TIonsc," " Lodgings," met our eye- Wc Kolcct. 
C(l one ol' the most (l(>.c',eut of tliesc^ places, where we 
obtained bare rooms and questionable beds for a shilling a 
day, while the public room supplied ns with a chop and 
potatoes for sixpence. Our company, I am afraid, was not 
the most respectable which London can boast of — actors of 
low grade, from low theatres ; dissolute shop boys, sailors 
and cads, and women whoso roses were not the natural hloom 
of Englisli air. We did not cultivate their acquaintance, 
but becauu>, so disgusted after a day or two that we shifted 
our quarters to the Aldgate OofTee House, where the terms 
wore equally cheap and the society a very little better. 

After broakftist, on the first day, we set out for a walk 
througli London. Entering the main artery of this mighty 
city, we passed on through Aldgate and Cornhill, to St. 
Paul's, with still increasing winder. Further on, through 
Fleet street and the Strand — what a world ! Here come 
the ever-thronging, ever-rolling waves of life, pressing and 
whirling on in their tumultuous career. Here day and night 
pours the stream of human beings, seeming, amid the roar 
and din and clatter of the passing veliicles, like the tide of 
some groat combat. How lonely it makes one to stand still 
and feel that of all the migbty throng wliich divides itself 
around him, not a being knows or cares for him I What 
knows he too of the thousands who pass him by ! How 
many who bear the Impress of godlike virtue, or hido 
beneath a goodly countenance a heart black Avith crime] 
How many fiery spirits, all glowing with hope for the yet 
unclouded future, or brooding over a darkened and desolate 
past in the agony of despair ! There is a sublimity in tin* 



ST. Paul's. 81 

human NIa;^ara that makes one look on Iils own race with 
something f f awe. 

8t. Paul's is on a scale of grandeur excelling every thing 
I have yet seen. I'he dome seems to stand in the sky, aa 
you look up to it ; the distance from which you view it, 
combined with the atmosi»here of London, gives it a dim, 
shadowy appearance, that startles one with its immensity. 
Thcroof from which the; dome springs is itself as high as the 
spires of most other churches ; blackened for two hundred 
years with the coal-smoke of London, it stands like a r(dic 
of the giant architecture of the early world. The interior 
is what one would expect to behold, after viewing the out- 
side. A maze of grand arches on every side, encompasses 
the dome, at which you gaze up as at the sky ; and from 
every pillar and wall look down the marble forms of the 
dead. There is scarcely a vacant niche left in all this 
mighty hall, so many are the statues that meet one on every 
side. With the exception of .fohn Howard, Sir Astley 
Cooper and Wren, whose monument is the church itself, 
they are all to military men I thought if they had all been 
removed except Howard's, it would better have suited such 
a temple, and the great soul it commemorated. 

I never was more impressed with the grandeur of human 
invention, than when ascending the dome. I could with 
difficulty conceive the means by which such a mighty edi- 
fice had been lifted into the air. The small frame of Sir 
Christopher Wren must have contained a mind capable of 
vast conceptions. The dome is like the summit of a moun- 
tain ; so wide is the prospect, and so great the pile upon 

which you stand. London lay beneath us, like an Ant-hill, 

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82 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

with the black insects swarming to and fro in their long 
avenues, the sound of their employments coming up like the 
roar of the sea. A cloud of coal-smoke hung over it, 
through which many a pointed spire Avas thrust up ; some- 
times the wind would blow it aside for a moment, and the 
thousands of red roofs would shine out clearer. The bridg- 
ed Thames, covered with craft of all sizes, wound beneath 
us like a ringed and spotted serpent. 

It was a relief to get into St. James's Park, among the 
trees and flowers again. Here beautiful winding walks led 
around little lakes, in which were hundreds of water-fowl, 
swimming. Groups of merry children were sporting on the 
green lawn, enjoying their privilege of roaming everywhere 
at will, while the older bipeds were confined to the regular 
walks. At the western end stood Buckingham Palace, look 
ing over the trees towards St. Paul's ; and through the 
grove on the eminence above, the toAvers of St. James's 
coiildbe seen. But there was a dim building with two 
lofty square towers, decorated with a profusion of pointed 
Gothic pinnacles, that I looked at with more interest than 
these appendages of royalty. I could not linger long in 
its vicinity, but going back again by the Horse Guards, took 
the road to Westminster Ahhcy. 

We approached by the general entrance, Poet's Corner. 
I hardly stopped to look at the elaborate exterior of Henry 
VII.'s Chapel, but passed on to the door. On entering, 
the first thing that met my eyes were the words, " Oh rare 
Ben Jonson," under his bust. Near by stood the monu- 
ments of Spenser and Gay, and a few paces further looked 
down the sublime countenance of Milton. Never was a spot 



poet's corner. ^^ 

so full of intense interest. The light was just dim enoujrh 
to give it a solemn, religious air, making the marble forms 
if poets and philosophers so shadowy and impressive, that 
JL felt as if standing in their living presence. Every step 
allied up some mind linked with the associations of my 
childhood. There was the gentle feminine countenance of 
Thomson, and the majestic head of Dryden ; Addison with 
his classic features, and Gray, full of the fire of lofty 
thought. In another chamber, I paused long before the 
tablet to Shakspeare ; and while looking at the monument 
of Garrick, started to find that I stood upon his grave. 
What a glorious galaxy of genius is here collected — what a 
constellation of stars whose light is immortal ! The mind is 
fettered by their spirit, everything is forgotten but the 
mighty dead, who still " rule us from their urns." 

The side-chapels are filled with tombs of knightly fami- 
lies, the husband and wife lying on their backs on the tombs, 
with their hands clasped, while their children, about the size 
of dolls, are kneeling around. Numberless are the Barons 
and Earls and Dukes, whose grim effigies stare from their 
tombs. In opposite chapels are the tombs of Mary and 
Elizabeth, and near the former that of Darnley. After 
having visited many of the scenes of her life, it was with no 
ordinary emotion that I stood by the sepulchre of Mary. 
How differently one looks upon it and upon that of the 
proud Elizabeth ! 

We descended to the Chapel of Edward the Confessor, 
within the splendid shrine of which his ashes repose. Here 
the chair on which the English monarchs have been crowned 
for several hundred years was exhibited. Under the seat 



84 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

is tlie stone, brought from the Abbey of Scon3, whereon the 
Kings of Scotland were crowned. The chair is of oak, 
carved and hacked over with names, and on the bottom some 
one has recorded his name witli the fact that he once slept 
in it. We sat down and rested in it without ceremony. 
Near this is the hall where the Knights of the order of the Bath 
met. Over each seat their dusty banners are still hanging, 
each with its crest, and their armor is rusting upon the wall. 
It resembled a banqueting hall of the olden time, where the 
knights had left their seats for a moment vacant. Entering 
the nave, we were lost in the wilderness of sculpture. Here 
stood the forms of Pitt, Fox, Burke, Sheridan and Watts, 
from the chisels of Chantry, Bacon and Westmacott. 
Further down were Sir Isaac Newton and Sir Godfrey 
Kneller — opposite Andre, and Paoli, the Italian, who died 
here in exile. How can I convey an idea of the scene ! 
Notwithstanding all the descriptions I had read, I was totally 
unprepared for the reality, nor could I have anticipated the 
hushed and breathless interest with which I paced the dim 
aisles, gazing, at every step, on the last resting place of some 
great and familiar name. A place so sacred to all who 
inherit the English tongue, is worthy of a special pilgrimage 
across the deep. To those who are unable to visit it, a de- 
scription may be interesting ; but so far does it fall short of 
the scene itself, that if I thought it would induce a few of 
our wealthy idlers, or even those who, like myself, must 
travel with toil and privation, to come hither, I would write 
till the pen dropped from my hand. 

We walked down the Thames, through the narrow streets 
of Wapping. Over the mouth of the Tunnel is a large 



THE THAMES TUNNEL. 85 

circular building, with a dome to light the entrance below. 
Paying the fee of a penny, we descended by a winding 
staircase to the bottom, which is seventy -three feet below 
the surface. The carriage-way, still unfinished, will extend 
further into the city. From the bottom the view of the two 
arches of the Tunnel, brilliantly lighted with gas, is very 
fine ; it has a much less heavy and gloomy appearance than 
I expected. As we walked along under the bed of tlie 
river, two or three girls at one end began playing on the 
French horn and bugle, and the echoes, when not sufficient 
to confuse the melody, were remarkably beautiful. Between 
the arches of the division separating the two passages, arc 
shops, occupied by venders of fancy articles, views of the 
Tunnel, engravings, &c. In the middle is a small printing 
press, where a sheet containing a description of the whole 
work is pririted for those who desire it. As I was no strang- 
er to this art, I requested the boy to let me print one my- 
self, but he had such a bad roller I did not succeed in get- 
ting a good impression. The air within is somewhat damp, 
but fresh and agreeably cool, and one can scarcely realize in 
walking along the light passage, that a river is rolling above 
his head. The immense solidity and compactness of the 
structure precludes the danger of accident, each of the sides 
being arched outwards, so that the heaviest pressure only 
strengthens the work. It will long remain a noble monu- 
ment of human daring and ingenuity. 

We spent a day in visiting the lung of Londorty as the 
two grand parks have been called. From the Strand 
through Regent Circus, the centre of the fa^^hionable part of 
the city, we passed to Piccadilly, calling en our way to see 



SQ VIEWS A-rooT. 

oiii' old friends, the lowas. They were at the Egyptian 
Hall, in connexion witli Cntlin's Indian collection. The 
old braves knew us at once, particularly Blister-Feet, who 
used often to walk a line on deck with me, at sea. Further 
along Piccadilly is Wellington's mansion, Apsley House, 
and nearly opposite it, in the corner of Hyde Park, stands 
the colossal statue of Achilles, cast from cannon taken at 
Salamanca and Vittoria. The Park resembles an open com- 
mon, with hero and there a grove of trees, intersected by 
carriage roads. It is like getting into the country again to be 
out on its broad, green litdd, with the city seen dimly around 
through the smoky atmosphere. We walked for a mile or 
two along the shady avenues and over the lawns, having a 
view of the princely terraces and gardens on one hand, and 
the gentle outline of Primrose Hill on the other. Ixegcnt*^ 
Park itself covers a space of nearly four hundred acres ! 

But if London is unsurpassed in splendor, it has also its 
corresponding share of crime. Notwithstanding the large 
and efficient body of police, who do much towards the 
control of vice, one sees enough of degradation and brutality 
in a short time, to make his heart sick. Even the public 
thoroughfares are thronged at night with characters of the 
lowest description, and it is not expedient to go through 
many of the narrow bye-haunts of the old city in the day- 
time. The police, who are ever on the watch, immediately 
seize and carry off any offender, but from the statements of 
persons who have had an opportunity of observing, as well 
as from my own slight experience, I am convinced that there 
is an untold amount of concealed misery and crime. 

I have now been six days in London, and by making 



EXPENSES OK TRAVEL. 87 

good uso of my foet and eyes, liavc managed to become fa- 
miliar with almoHt every object of interest witliin its precincts 
My whole time lias been devoted to siglit-seeing, and 1 have 
neither made a single acquaintance, nor obtained the least 
insight into the social life of England. Having a plan 
mapped out for the day, I started from iny lmni})le lodgings 
at the Aldgate Coffee House, where I sh;pt off fatigue for a 
shilling a night, and walked up Cheapside or down White- 
chapel, as the case might be, liunting out my way to 
churches, halls and theatres. In this way, at a triflin*^"* 
expense, I have perhaps seen as much as many who spend 
here double the time and ten times the money. Our whole 
tour from Liverpool hither, ]>y way of Ireland and Scotland, 
cost us but twenty-five dollars each ! although, except in one 
or two cases, we denied ourselves no necessary comfort. 
This shows that the glorious privilege of looking on tjic 
scenes of the old world need not be confined to jjeophi of 
wealth and leisure. It may be enjoyed by mII who can 
occasionally forego a little bodily comfort for the salie of 
mental and spiritual gain. We leave this afternoon for 
Dover. To-morrow I shall dine in Belgium ! 



CHAPTER VIII 

ON THE CONTINENT. 

Feelings on Visiting the Continent — Imprisonment at Dover — Arrival at Ostend-* 

A Stroll— The Streets of Bruges— The Cathedral— The Belfry and its Chimes— 
A Night on the Canal — Ghent — A Rainy Eide — Scenery of the Meuse — Entering 
Prussia — Aix-la-Chapelle — The Cathedral — The Tomb of Charlemagne — The Ca- 
thedral of Cologne — Tradition of its Plan — The Smells of the Streets. 

On the Continent at last ! How strangely look the 
century-olcl towers, antique monuments, and quaint, narrow 
streets of the Flemish cities ! It is an agreeable and yet a 
painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the 
midst of a people whose language and manners are different 
from one's own. The old buildings around, linked with 
many a stirring association of past history, gratify the 
glowing anticipations with which one has looked forward 
to seeing them, and the fancy is busy at work reconciling 
the real scene with the ideal ; but the want of a communi- 
cation with the living world about, walls one up with a 
sense of loneliness he could not before have conceived. 
I envied the children in the streets their childish language. 
Bidding adieu to our German friend, wlio took passage 



IMPRISONMENT AT DOVER. 89 

direct to Havre, we left London in the afternoon, and sped 
through the green wooded lawns and vales of England, to 
Dover, which we reached at sunset, passing by a long 
tunnel through the lofty Shakspeare Chff. We had barely 
time, before it grew dark, to ascend the cliff. The glorious 
coast view looked still wilder in the gathering twilight, 
which soon hid from our sight the dim hills of France. On 
the cliff opposite frowned the massive battlements of the 
Castle, guarding the town, which lay in a nook of the rocks 
below. As the Ostend boat was to leave at four in ^he 
morning, my cousin aroused us at three, and we felt our 
way down stairs in the dark. But the landlord was reluc- 
tant to part with us ; we stamped and shouted and rang 
bells, till the whole house was in an uproar, for the door 
was double-locked, and the steamboat bell began to sound. 
At last the scamp could stand it no longer ; we gave a 
quick utterance to our overflowing wrath, and rushed down 
to the boat but a second or two before it sailed. 

The water of the Channel was smooth as glass, and as 
the sun rose, the far chalky cliffs gleamed along the horizon, 
a belt of fire. I waved a good-bye to Old England and 
then turned to see the spires of Dunkirk, which were visible 
in the distance before us. On the low Belgian coast we 
could see trees and steeples, resembling a mirage over the 
level surface of the sea ; and at length, about ten o'clock, 
the square tower of Ostend came in sight. The boat passed 
into a lon^, muddy basin, in which many unwieldy, 
red-sailed Dutch craft were lying, and stopped beside a 
high pier. Here amid the confusion of three languages, an 
olBcer came on board and took charge of our passports 



90 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

and luggage. As we could not get the former for two oi 
tliree hours, we did not huny the passing of the latter, and 
went on shore quite unencumbered, for a stroll about the 
city, disregarding the cries of the hackney-coachmen on 
the pier, " Flotel (V Angletcrre,'" ''Hotel des Bains ! " and 
another who called out in English, "I recommend you 
to the Eoyal Hotel, sir ! " 

There is little to be seen in Ostend. We wandered 
through long rows of plain yellow houses, trying to read the 
French and Dutch signs, and at last came out on the wall 
near the sea. A soldier waved us back as we attempted to 
ascend it, and muttering some unintelligible words, pointed 
to a narrow street near. Following this out of curiosity, we 
crossed the moat and found ourselves on the great bathing 
beach. To get out of the hands of the servants who imme- 
diately surrounded us, we jumped into one of the little 
wao-ons and were driven out into the surf. 

o 

To be certain of fulfilling the railroad regulations, we took 
our seats a quarter of an hour before the time. The dark 
walls of Ostend soon vanished and we were whirled rapidly 
over a country perfectly level, but highly fertile and well 
cultivated. Occasionally there was a ditch or row of trees, 
but otherwise there was no division between the fields, and 
the plain stretched unbroken away into the distance. The 
twenty miles to Bruges we made in forty minutes. The 
streets of this antique city are narrow and crooked, and the 
pointed, ornamented gables of the houses, produce a novel 
impression on one who has been accustomed to the green 
American forests. Then there was the endless sound of 
wooden shoes clattering over the rough pavements, and 



BRUGES. 91 

people talking in that most unmusical of all languages, 
Dutch. Walking at random through the streets, we came 
by chance upon the Cathedral of Notre Dame. I shall long 
remember my first impression of the scene within. The 
lofty gothic ceiling arched far above my head and through 
the stained windows the light came but dimly — it was all 
still, solemn and religious. A few worshippers were kneeling 
in silence before some of the shrines, and the echo of my 
tread was like a profaning sound. On every side were pic- 
tures, saints and gilded shrines. A few steps removed one 
from the bustle and din of the crowd to the stillness and 
solemnity of the holy retreat. 

We learned from a guide, whom we had engaged because 
he spoke a few words of English, that there was still a 
t ecksTiuyt line on the canals, and that a boat was to leave at 
ten o'clock that night for Ghent. Wishing to try this old 
Dutch method of travelling, we walked along the Ghent 
road to the canal, where a moderate sized boat was lying. 
Our baggage deposited in the plainly furnished cabin, I ran 
back to Bruges, although it was beginning to grow dark, to 
get a sight of the belfry ; for Longfellow's lines had been 
chiming through my head all day : 

" In the market-place of Bruges, stands the belfry old and brown, 
Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town." 

And having found the square, brown toAver in one corner 
of the open market place, we Avaited to hear the chimes, 
which are said to be the finest in Europe. They rang out 
at last with a clear silvery tone, most beautifully musical 
indeed. We then returned to the boat in the twilio-ht. We 



92 VIEWS A -FOOT. 

were to leave in about an hour, according to the arrange- 
ment, but as yet there was no sound to be heard, and we 
were the only tenants. However, trusting to Dutch regu- 
larity, we went to sleep in the full confidence of awakening 
in Ghent. 

I awoke once in the night and saw the dark branches of 
trees passing before the window, but there was no perceptible 
sound nor motion the boat glided along like a dream, and 
we were awakened next morning by its striking against the 
pier at Ghent. After paying three francs for the whole 
night journey, the captain gave us a guide to the railroad 
station, and as we had nearly an hour before the train left, 
I went to see the Cathedral of St. Bavon. After leaving 
Ghent, the road passes through a beautiful country, culti- 
vated like a garden. The Dutch passion for flowers is dis- 
played in the gardens around the cottages ; even every vacant 
foot of ground along the railway is planted with roses and 
dahlias. At Ghent, the morning being fair, we took seats in 
the open cars. About noon it commenced raining and our 
situation was soon anything but comfortable. My cousin 
had fortunately a waterproof Indian blanket with him, 
which he had purchased in the Far West, and by wrapping 
this around all three of us, we kept partly dry. I was much 
amused at the plight of a party of young Englishmen, who 
were in the same car ; . one of them held a little parasol 
which just covered his hat, and sent the water in streams 
down on his back and shoulders. 

« 

We had a misty view of Liege, through the torrents of 
rain, and then dashed away into the wild mountain scenery 
of the Meuse. Steep, rocky liills, covered with pine and 



KKTERING PRUSSIA. 93 

crowned with ruined towers, hemmed in the winding and 
swollen river, and the wet, cloudy sky rested like a canopy 
on their summits. Instead of threading their mazy defiles, 
we plunged directly into the mountain's heart, flew over the 
narrow valley on lofty and light-sprung arches, and went 
again into the darkness. At Verviers, our baggage was 
weighed, examined and transferred, with ourselves, to a 
Prussian train. There was a great deal of disputing on the 
occasion. A lady, who had a dog in a large willow basket, 
was not allowed to retain it, nor would they take it as hag- 
gage. The matter was finally compromised by their sending 
the basket, obliging her to carry the dog, which was none of 
the smallest, in her arms ! The next station bore the ^ign 
of the hlack eagle, and here we were obliged to give up our 
passports. Advancing through long ranges of wooded hills, 
we sa^v at length, in the dull twilight of a rainy day, the 
old kingly city of Aix la Ohapelle on a plain below us. 
After a scene at the custom-house, where our baggage was 
reclaimed with tickets given at Yerviers, we drove to the 
Hotel du Ehin, and while warming our shivering limbs and 
drying our damp garments, felt tempted to exclaim with the 
old Italian author : " O ! holy and miraculous tavern !" 

The Cathedral, with its lofty Gothic tower, was built by 
the emperor Otho in the tenth century. It seems at present 
to be undergoing repairs, for a large scaffold shut out the 
dome. The long hall was dim with incense smoke as we 
entered, and the organ sounded through the high arches with 
an effect that startled me. The windows glowed with the 
forms of kings and saints, and the dusty and mouldering 
shrines which rose around were colored with the Hj^ht that 



94 VIEWS A-rooT. 

came tlirougU The music pealed out like a triumphal 
march, sinking at times into a mournful strain, as if it 
celebrated and lamented the heroes who slept below. In 
the stone pavement nearly under my feet was a large square 
marble slab, with the words " Oarolo Macjno." It was 
like a dream., to stand there on the tomb of the mighty war- 
rior, with the lofty arches of the Cathedral aboA^e, filled with 
the sound of the divine anthem. I mused above his ashes 
till the music ceased and then left the Cathedral, that 
nothing might break the romantic spell associated with that 
crumbling pile and the dead it covered. I have always 
revered the memory of Charlemagne. He lived in a stern 
age, but he was in mind and heart a man, and like Napoleon, 
whOiplaced the iron crown which had lain with him centuries 
in the tomb, upon his own brow, he possessed a breadth and 
grandeur of mind, which tlie world was forced to acknowledge. 
At noon we took the chars-a-hanc, or second-class carriages, 
for fear of rain ; and continued our journey over a plain dotted 
with villages and old chateaux. Two or three miles from 
Cologne we saw the spires of the different churches, con- 
spicuous among which were the unfinished towers of the 
Cathedral, with the enormous crane standing as it did when 
they left off building, two hundred years ago or more. On 
arriving, we drove to the Bonn railway, where, finding the 
last train did not leave for four hours, we left our baggage 
and set out for the Cathedral. Of all Gothic buildings, 
the plan of this is certainly the most stupendous ; even 
ruin as it is, it cannot fail to excite surprise and admiration. 
The King of Prussia has undertaken to complete it accord- 
ing to the original plan, which was lately found in the pos- 



LEGEND OF THE COLOGNE CATHEDRAL. 9$ 

session of a poor man, of whom it was piircliased for 40,000 
Horhis, but the workmen have not yet finished repairing what 
is already built. The legend concerning this plan may not 
be known to every one. It is related of the inventor of it^ 
that in despair of finding any sufficiently great, he was 
walking one day by the river, sketching with his stick upon 
the sand, when he finally hit upon one which pleased him 
so much that he exclaimed, " This shall be the plan !" "I 
will show you a better one than that !" said a voice sudden- 
ly behind him, and a certain black gentleman who figures in 
many German legends stood by him, and pulled from h:s 
pocket a roll containing the present plan of the Cathedral. 
The architect, amazed at its grandeur, asked an explanation 
of every part. As he knew his soul was to be the price of 
it, he occupied himself, while the devil was explaining, in 
committing its proportions carefully to memory. Having 
done this, he remarked Ihat it did not please him and he 
would not take it. The devil, seeing through the cheat, 
exclaimed in his rage : " You may build your Cathedral 
according to this plan, but you shall never finish ,it !" This 
prediction seems likely to be verified, for though it was com- 
menced in 124S, and continued for 250 years, only the choir 
and naveandonetowertohalf its proposed height, are finished. 
We visited the chapel of the Eleven Thousand Virgins, the 
walls of which are full of curious grated cells, containing 
their bones, and then threaded the narrow streets of Cologne, 
which are quite dirty enough to justify Coleridge's lines ; 

" The river Rhine, it is well known, 
Doth wash the city of Cologne ; 
But tell me, nympnf?. what power divine 
Shall hencefortli wash the river Rhinel" 



CHAPTER IX. 

THE RHINE TO HEIDELBERG, 

In Heidelborg— 'The Star Hotel at Bonn — Passing the Drachenfels— Coblentz and 
Ehrenbreitstein — The Charms of the Rhine — Lurlei Rock and its Echo— A Rainbow 

at Oberwesel— Mayence — Ride to Frankfort — Hunting an Address — Mr. Richard S. 
Willis — The Festival at Darmstadt— Scenery of the Bergstrasse — German Peasants- 
Fellow Passengers— Heidelberg at Sunset— A Resting Place. 

Heidelberg, August 30, 1844. 
Here at last ! and a charming place it is. This is our 
first morning in our new rooms, and the sun streams warmly 
in the eastern windows, as I write, while the old castle rises 
through the blue vapor on the side of the Kaiserstuhl. The 
Neckar rushes on below ; and the Odenwald, before me, 
rejoices with its vineyards in the morning light. The bells 
of the old chapel near us are sounding most musically, and a 
confused sound of voices and the rolling of vehicles comes up 
from the street. It is a place to live in ! 

I must go back five or six days and take up the record of 
our journeyings at Bonn. We had been looking over 
Murray's infallible Handbook, and observed that he recom- 
mended the " Star " hotel in that city, as " the most mode- 



THE STAR Hotel at BONIC. # 97 

rate in its prices of any on tlie Uliiiie;" so when the train 
from Cologne arrived and we were surrounded, in the dark- 
ness and confusion, by porters and valets, I called out : 
" Hotel de V Etoile d' Or /" our baggage and ourselves were 
transferred to a stylish omnibus, and in five minutes wo, 
stopped under a brilliantly-lighted archway, where Mr. 
Joseph Schmidt received us with the usual number of smiles 
and bows bestowed upon untitled guests. We were furnished 
with neat rooms at the summit of the house, and then de- 
scended to the salle a manger. I found a folded note by my 
plate, which I opened. It contained an engraving of the 
front of the hotel, a plan of the city and catalogue of its 
lions, together with a list of the titled personages who have, 
from time to time, honored the " Golden Star" with their 
custom. Among this number were " Their Royal High- 
nesses the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, Prince Albert," 
etc. Had it not been for fatigue, I should have spent an 
uneasy night, thinking of the heavy bill which was to be 
presented on the morrov\^ We escaped, however, for seven 
francs apiece, three of which were undoubtedly for the 
honor of breathing an aristocratic atmosphere. 

I was glad when we were really in motion on the swift 
Rhine, the next morning, and neariug the chain of mountains 
that arose before us. We passed Godesberg on the right, 
while on our left was the group of the Seven Mountains 
which extend back from the Drachenfels to the Wolkenberg, 
or Castle of the Clouds. Here we begin to enter the 
enchanted land. The Rhine sweeps around the foot of the 
Drachenfels, while the precipitous rock of Rolandseck 
opposite, crowned with the castle of the faithful knight, looks 



&8 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

down upon tlie beautiful island of Is onnenwerth, the whito 
walls of the convent still gleaming through the trees, as they 
gleamed when the warrior's weary eyes" looked upon them 
for the last time. I shall never forget the enthusiasm wii;; 
which I saw this scene in the bright, warm sunlight, the 
rough crags softened in the haze which filled the atmosphere, 
and the wild mountains springing up in the midst of vine- 
yards, and crowned with crumbling towers, haunted with 
the memories of a thousand years. 

After passing Andernach, we saw in the distance the high 
lands of the middle Rhine, which rise above Coblentz, 
guarding the entrance to its wild scenery, and the mountains 
of the Moselle. They parted as we approached ; from the 
foot shot up the spires of Coblentz, and the battlements of 
Ehrenbreitstein crowning the mountain opposite, grew 
larger and broader. The air was slightly hazy, and the 
clouds were laboring among the distant mountains to raise a 
storm As we 'came opposite the mouth of the Moselle and 
under the shadow of the mighty fortress, I gazed up witli 
awe at its massive walls. Apart from its magnitude and 
almost impregnable situation on a perjoendicular rock, it is 
filled with the recollections of history and hallowed by the 
voice of poetry. The scene went past like a panorama, the 
bridge of boats opened, the city glided behind us and we 
entered the highlands again. 

Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a 
legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the Past, and 
its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irre- 
sistible force. I sat upon the deck the whole afternoon, as 
mountains, towns and castles passed by on either side, watch 



LUKLEI KOCK AND iTo ECHO. 99 

ing them with a feeling of the most enthusiastie enjoyment 
Every place was familiar to me in memory, and they seemed 
like friends I had long communed with in spirit and now met 
face to face. The English tourists, with whom the deck 
was covered, seemed interested too, but in a different man- 
ner. With Murray's Handbook open in their hands, they 
sat and read about the very towns and towers they were 
passing, scarcely lifting their eyes to the real scenes, except 
now and then, to observe that it was " very nice^ 

As we passed Boppart, I sought out the Inn of the 
•' Star," mentioned in " Hyperion ;" there was a maiden 
sitting on the steps who might have been Paul Flemming's 
fair boat-woman. The clouds which had here gathered 
among the hills, now came over the river, and the rain clear- 
ed the deck of its crowd of admiring tourists. As we were 
approaching Lurlei Berg, I did not go below, and so enjoyed 
some of the finest scenery on the Rhine alone. The moun- 
tains approach each other at this point, and the Lurlei Rock 
rises up for six hundred feet from the water. This is the 
haunt of the water nymph, Lurlei, or Loreley, whose song 
charmed the ear of the boatman while his barque was dashed 
to pieces on the rocks below. It is also celebrated for its 
remarkable echo. As we passed between the rocks, a guard, 
who has a little house built on the road-side, blew a flourish 
on his bugle, which was instantly answered by a blast from 
the rocky battlements of Lurlei. The German students 
have a witty trick with this echo : they call out, *' Who is 
the Burgomaster of Oberwesel ?" a town just above. The 
echo answers with the last syllable "Esel!" which is the 
German for ass, " 



100 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

The sun came out of the clouds as we passed Oberwesel 
with its tall round tower, and the light shining through the 
ruined arches of Schonberg castle, made broad bars of light 
and shade in the still misty air. A rainbow sprang up out 
of the llhine, and lay brightly on the mountain side, color- 
ing vineyard and crag, in ' the most singular beauty, while 
its second reflection faintly arched like a glory above the 
high summits. In the bed of the river were the seven coun- 
tesses of Schonberg, turned into seven rocks for their cruelty 
and hard-heartedness towards the knights whom their beauty 
had made captive. In'.front, at a little distance was the 
castle of Pfalz, in the middle of the river, and from the 
heights above Caub frowned the crumbling citadel of Guten- 
fels. Imagine all this, and tell me if it is not a picture whose 
memory should last a life-time ! 

We came at last to Bingen, the southern gate of the High- 
lands. Here on an island in the middle of the stream, is 
the old Mouse Tower where Bishop Hatto of Mayence w^as 
eaten up by the rats for his wicked deeds. Passing E,ude« 
slieim and Geissenheim, celebrated for their wines, at sun- 
set, we watched the varied shore in the growing darkness, 
till, like a line of stars across the water, -we saw'^before us 
the bridge of Mayence . « . 

The next morning I parted from my friends, who were 
going to Heidelberg by way of Mannheim, and set out alone 
for Frankfort. The cars passed through Hochheim, whose 
wines are celebrated all over the world ; but there is little 
to interest the traveller until he arrives at Frankfort, whose 
spires are seen rising from the groves of trees as he 
approaches. I left the cars unchallenged for my passport, 



FRANKFORT-ON-THE-MAIK. \0\ 

greatly to my surprise, as it had cost me a long walk ancl 
five. shillings in London, to get the signature of the Frank- 
fort Consul 1 learned afterwards that it was not at all 
necessary. Before leaving America, Mr. N. P. Willis had 
kindly given me a letter to his brother, Richard S. Willis, 
who is now cultivating a naturally fine taste for music in 
Frankfort, and my first care was to find the American Con«. 
sul, in order to learn his residence. I discovered at last 
from a gentleman who spoke a little French, that the Con- 
sul's office was in the street BeUevuc, which street! not only 
looked for through the city, but crossed over the bridge to 
the suburb of Sachsenhausen, and traversed its narrow, dir- 
ty alleys three several times, but in vain. I was about giv- 
ing up the search, when I stumbled upon the office accidental- 
ly. The name of the street had been given to me in French, 
and very naturally it was not to be found. Mr. Willis 
received me very kindly, and introduced me to the amiable 
German family with whom he resides. 

After spending a delightful evening with my newly -found 
friends, I left the next morning in the omnibus for Heidel- 
berg. Four hours' driving over the monotonous plain 
brought me to Darmstadt. The city wore a gay look, left 
by the recent /^^es. The monument of the old Duke Lud- 
wig had just been erected in the centre of the great square, 
and the festival attendant upon the unveiling of it, whicli 
lasted three days, had just closed. The city was hung with 
garlands, and the square filled with the pavilions of the 
I'oyal family and the musicians, of whom there were a thou- 
sand present, while every where were seen red and white 
flags — the colors of Darmstadt. We met wagons decorated 



102 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

witli garlands, full of peasant girls in the odd dress which 
tliej have worn for three hundred years. 

After leaving Darmstadt we entered upon the Bergstrasse, 
or Mountain-way, leading along the foot of the mountain 
chain which extends all the way to Heidelberg on the left, 
while on the right stretches far away the E,hine-plain, across 
which we saw the dim outline of the Donnersberg, in 
France. The hills are crowned with castles and their sides 
loaded with vines ; along the road the rich green foliage of 
the walnut trees arched and nearly met above us. The sun 
shone warm and bright, and every body appeared, busy and 
contented and happy. All whom we met had smiling coun- 
tenances. In some places we saw whole families sitting 
under the trees shelling the nuts they had beaten down, 
while others were returning from the vineyards, laden with 
baskets of purple and white grapes. The scene realized all 
I had read of the happiness of the German peasantry, and 
the pastoral beauty of the German plains. With the pas- 
sengers in the omnibus I could hold little conversation. 
One, who knew about as much French as I did, asked me 
where I came from, and I shall not forget the expression of 
incredulity, as I mentioned America. ** Why," said he, 
*' you are white— the Americans are all black !" 

We passed the ruined castles of Auerbach and Starken- 
burg, and Burg Windeck, formerly one of the royal residences 
of Charlemagne, and finally came to the Heiligenberg or 
Holy Mountain, guarding the entrance to the valley of the 
Neckar. The sun was just setting as the ponderous vehicle 
rounded the foot of the mountain, and Heidelberg — the 
brave, romantic, beautiful old electoral city— lay spread out 



HEIDELBERG AT SUNSET. 108 

before me on the opposite side of the river. Far above it 
rose the wooaed Kaiserstuhl, midway down whose side hung 
the massive bastions, terraces and roofless halls of the 
famous Castle. Heavy masses of ivy hung from its arches, 
and overran the quaint sculpture of its walls, while the foli* 
age of its gardens was visible behind, deep in the shadow 
of the mountain. A faint yellow glow trembled over the 
pines and birches on the top of the Kaiserstuhl, and kept 
the clear blue on the distant hills up the Neckar. Down 
the steep paths of the Holy Mountain, on our left, came the 
peasant -girls, with baskets on their heads, laden with the 
purple clusters of the Muscatel, and talking to each other 
gaily over garden walls. Careless students, pipe in hand, 
sauntered along the river bank, listening to the sweet 
evening chimes, rung first in the belfries of the town, and 
taken up like an echo, from village to village among the 
hills. 

Looking forward to Heidelberg as a place for rest and 
quiet study, there was something peculiarly grateful and 
tranquillizing in the scene. To my eyes the scenery pre- 
sented a mingling of the wild with the cultivated — of the 
pastoral with the grand — a combination so inspiring that I 
found it difficult to keep my enthusiasm within proper 
bounds. From the river-bank, above the bridge, cannon were 
firing a closing salute for the Grand Duke's birth-day, the 
sound crashing from hill to hill, far away into the Oden- 
wald. The German passengers in the omnibus were highly 
gratified by my dehght, for they were proud of Heidelberg. 
By good luck, my friends, who had arrived the day before, 



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happened to be passing up the main street, when the vehicle 
iStopped and took me at once to their temporary q^uarters ai 
the Badischer Ho£ 



CHAPTER X. 

A MONTH AT HEIDELBERG, 

Rooms in Heidelberg — The Landlady — View from our "Window— The Valley of tht 
Neckar— Heidelberg Castle— The Towers— The Great Tun— The Wolfsbrunnen— 
An Afternoon Party — Ascent of the Heiligenberg — The Pastor of Zeigelhausen— 
The University Library — A Wedding — Conscripts — German Cookery and Cus- 
toms — The Melibochus — The Sea of Rocks — The Giant's Column — Return. 

Heidelberg, September 30, 1844. 
The day after my arrival here, by the help of a valet, dt 
place, who spoke a few words of English, we obtained three 
rooms iu a large house overhanging the Neckar. We pay 
for them, with attendance, thirty florins — about twelve dol- 
lars — a month, and Frau Dr. Grosch, our polite and talkative 
landlady, gives us a student's breakfast — coffee and biscuit 
— for about seven cents apiece. We are often much amused 
to hear her endeavors to make us understand. As if to con- 
vey her meaning better, she raises both thumbs and fore- 
fingers to her mouth and pulls out the words like a long 
string ; while her tongue goes so fast that it keeps my mind 
always on a painful stretch to comprehend an expression 

here and there. Dr. S , from whom we take lessons in 

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106 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

German, has kindly consented to our dining with his family 
for the sake of practice in speaking. The language is fast 
growing familiar, since women are the principal teachers. 

Opposite to my window rises the Heiligenberg, on the 
other side of the Neckar. The lower part of it is rich with 
vineyards, and many cottages are embosomed in shrubbery 
among them. Sometimes we see groups of maidens standing 
under the grape arbors, and every morning the peasant 
women go toiling up the steep paths with baskets on their 
heads, to labor among the vines. On the Neckar below us, 
the fishermen glide about in their boats, sink their square 
nets fastened to long poles, and haul them up with the glit- 
tering fish, of which the stream is full. I often lean out of 
the window late at night, when the mountains above are 
Wrapped in dusky obscurity, and listen to the low, musical 
ripple of the river. It tells to my excited fancy a knightly 
legend of the old German time. Then comes the bell, rung 
for closing the inns, breaking the spell with its deep clang, 
which vibrates far away on the night air, and wakes all the 
echoes of the Odenwald. I then shut the window, turn 
into the narrow box which the Germans call a bed, and in a 
few minutes am wandering in America. Half way up the 
Heiligenberg runs a beautiful walk, dividing the vineyards 
from the forest above. This is called the Philosopher's 
Way, because it was the favorite ramble of the old Profes- 
sors of the University. It can be reached by a toilsome, 
winding path among the vines, called the Snake-way, and 
when one has ascended to it he is well rewarded by the 
lovely view. In the evening, when the sun is behind the 
mountain, it is delightful to sit on the stone steps and watcb 



THE VALLEY OF THE NECKAR. 101 

the golden light creeping up the side of the Kalscrstuhl, 
until at last twilight begins to darken in the valley and a 
mantle of mist gathers above the river. 

The valley of the Neckar is narrow, and only the little 
slopes which here and there lie between the feet of its 
wooded mountains are capable of cultivation. Higher up, 
there are glens and meadows of luxuriant grass, to which 
the peasants drive their cattle ; further still, it is barren and 
rocky, and upon the summits rests a solitude as complete as 
upon the unsettled prairies of the West. An hour's walk 
takes one from the busy streets of the little city to this 
beautiful and lonely region, and the stranger may explore 
the paths he finds leading far away among the hills, for 
weeks together. The people of Heidelberg are rich in 
places of pleasure and amusement. From the Carl Platz, 
an open square at the upper end of the city, two paths lead 
directly up to the castle. By the first walk we ascend a flight 
of steps to the western gate, passing through which, we 
enter a delightful garden, between the outer walls of the 
Castle, and the huge moat which surrounds it. Great linden, 
oak and beech trees shadow the w^alks, and in secluded 
nooks, little mountain streams spring from the side of the 
wall into stone basins. There is a tower over the moat on the 
south side, next the mountain, where the portcullis still hangs 
with its sharp teeth as it was last drawn up ; on each side 
two grim knights guard the entrance. In one of the wood- 
ed walks is an old tree brought from America in the year 
1618. It is an arbor vitcB^ uncommonly tall and slender foi 
one of this species ; yet it does not seem to thrive well in a 
foreign soil. In the curve of the mountain ir a handfeome 



108 VIE-W5 A-FOOl. 

pavilion, surrounded with beds of flowers and fountains i 
here all classes meet together in the afternoon to take re- 
freshment in the shade, while frequently a fine band of 
music gives them their invariable recreation. The Germans 
enjoj life under all circumstances, and are a much happier 
people than we, who have far greater means of being so. 

At the end of the terrace built for the Princess Elizabeth 
of England, is one of the round towers which was split in 
twain by the French. Half has fallen entirely away, and 
the other semicircular shell which joins the terrace and part 
of the Castle buildings, clings firmly together, although part 
of its foundation is gone, so that its outer ends actually hang 
in the air. Some idea of the strength of the castle may be 
obtained when I state that the walls of this tower are twen- 
ty-two feet thick, and that a staircase has been made through 
them to the top, where one can sit under the lindens growing 
upon it, or look down from the end on the city below, with 
the pleasant consciousness that the great mass upon which 
he stands is only prevented from crashing down with him by 
the solidity of its masonry. On one side, joining the gar- 
den, the statue of the Archduke Louis, in his breastplate 
and flowing beard, looks out from among the ivy. 

There is little to be seen about the Castle, except the walls 
themselves. The guide conducted us through passages, in 
which were heaped many of the enormous cannon balls re- 
ceived in sieges, to some chambers in the foundation. This 
was the oldest part of the Castle, built in the thirteenth cen- 
tury. We also visited the chapel, which is in a tolerable 
state of preservation. A kind of narrow bridge crosses it, 
over which we walked, looking down on the empty pulpit 



THE WOLFSBRUNNEN. 109 

and deserted shrines. Wc then Avcnt into the cellar to see 
the celehrated Tun. In a large vault are kept several 
enormous hogsheads, one of wliich is three hundred years 
old, hut they are nothing in comparison with the tun, which 
itself fills a whole vault. It is as high as a common two- 
story house ; on the top is a platform upon which the people 
used to dance after it was filled. It will contain 800 barrels 
of wine, but has been empty for fifty years. 

Then there is the Wolfsbrunnen, which one reaches hv a 
beautiful walk up the bank of the Neckar, to a quiet dell in 
the side of the mountain. Here a path wanders off l)y 
rustic mills, always in motion, and orchards laden with ripen- 
ing fruit, to the commencement of the forest, where a (luaiiit 
stone fountain stands, commemorating the abode of a sorcer- 
ess of the olden time, who was torn in pieces by a wolf. 
There is a handsome rustic inn here, Avhere every Sund.-^y 
afternoon a band plays in the portico, while hundreds of 
people are scattered around in the cool shadow of the trees, 
or feeding the splendid trout in the basin formed by the little 
stream. They generally return to the city by a path along 
the mountain side, to the eastern terrace of the castle, where 
they have fine views of the great Rhine plain, terminated by 
the Alsatian hills, stretching along the western horizon like 
the long crested swells on the ocean. We can even see 
these from the windows of our room on the bank of the 
Neckar ; and I often look with interest on one sharp peak, 
for on its side stands the Castle of Trifels, where Coeur de 
Lion was imprisoned by the Duke of Austria. 

A few days ago a party was formed by our German friends, 
and we spent an afternoon at the Wolfsbrunnen. Fran Dr 



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S . who was always ready for any social undertaking 

had the management of the excursion, and directed us with 
the skill of a general. Fraiilein Elise, her niece, a blooming 

maiden of sixteen, and Madame , a sprightly little 

widow from Mannheim, with Dr. S , one or two students, 

and we Americans, were her subjects. The books, the cards, 
the guitar and music were distributed among those best able 
to carry them, and we finally started, without any particular 
order of march. German etiquette forbids a lady to take the 
arm of a male friend, unless she is betrothed to him : talking 
is allowed, fortunately. 

As we climbed to the terraces of the castle, we could see 
the thread of the Ehine, in the distance, sparkling through 
the haze. The light air which came down the Neckar was 
fragrant with pine and the first falling leaves of summer 
trees. The vineyards below us were beginning to look crisp 
and brown, but hanging from stake to stake the vines were 
bent down by blue clusters, with the bloom still upon them. 
Troops of light-hearted students, children, blue-eyed and 
blond-haired, and contented citizens, were taking the same 
path, and like them, we forgot every thing but the sense of 
present happiness. We had a table spread upon the upper 
balcony of the inn, after our scattered forces returned from 
many a long ramble up the glen and out on the meadows. 

Frau Dr. S ordered a repast, and the " landlady's 

daughter" — not the sweet maid of Uhland's song, but a 
stout-armed and stout-waisted damsel — brought us a jar of 
curds, dripping with the cool water in which it had stood, 
A loaf of brown bread next made its appearance, followed 
by a stone jug of foaming beer, and two or three dishes of 



CLIMBING THE HEILIGENBERG. 1 1 3 

those pmne-tarts peculiar to Germany completed the fare 
On the porch below us, two or three musicians played 
waltzes, and the tables around the fountain were filled witli 
students, laughing, clinking their beer-glasses, or trolling 
some burschen chorus. Our own table did not lack the 
heartiest spirit of mirth ; this could not be otherwise so long 

as Frau Dr. S sat at the head of it. The students were 

gay and full of life, and even Dr. S , the most correct 

and studious of the party, was so far influenced by the spirit 
of the time, that he sang the " King of Thule " with more 
warmth than I had thought possible. 

We ascended the Heiligenberg a few days ago. There is a 
path which leads through the forest, but we took the shortest 
way, directly up the side, although it was at an angle of 
nearly fifty degrees. It was hard work enough, scrambling 
through the thick broom and heather, and over stumps and 
stones. In one of the stone-heaps I dislodged a largo 
orange-colored salamander, seven or eight inches long. 
They are sometimes found on these mountains, as well as a 
very large kind of lizard, which the Germans say is per- 
fectly harmless, and if one whistles or plays a pipe, will 
come and play around him. The view from the top is simi- 
lar to that from the Kaiserstuhl opposite, but on a smaller 
scale. Nestled at the base below us, was the little village 
of Handschuhheim, one of the oldest in this part of Germa- 
ny. The castle of its former lords has nearly all fallen 
down, but the massive solidity of the walls which yet stand, 
proves its antiquity. A few years ago, a part of the outer 
wall which was remarked to have a hollow sound was taken 
down, when a skeleton, clad in a suit of the old German 



112 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

armor, fell from a deep niche built therein. We followed a 
road through the woods to the peak on which stand the 
ruins of St. Michael's chapel, which was built in the tenth 
century and inhabited for a long time by a sect of white 
monks. It had a wild and romantic look, and I sat on a 
rock and sketched at it, until night came on, when we got 
down the mountain the best way we could. 

The village of Ziegelhausen, up the Neckar, with its grim 
old convent, gardens and cascades, and the delightful arbors 
of vine, reaching down to the very brink of the river, is 
another favorite place of resort. The pastor of its church, 
who is familiar with our German friends, frequently joins us 
in an afternoon walk, followed by a cup of tea in the garden 
of the inn, or a share in the games of the village children. 
The pastor is a most jovial, genial character ; he sings very 
finely — indeed he is brother to the primo tenore in the Opera 
at Brunswick — and his wit is inexhaustible. His religion is 
as genuine as his cheerfulness ; it is no gloomy asceticism, 
which looks on mirth as sin, but a joyous, affectionate, and 
abounding spirit, bright as God's sunshine, and as uncon- 
scious of its blessing. How happily pass our September 
afternoons, warmed by such true social feeling, and re- 
freshed by all the kindly influences of nature ! If a return 
like this to the simple joys of the child's heart be but 
obtained by the mature age of a nation, I could almost wish 
our own country might grow old speedily. The restless 
energy of Youth is still upon us. The nation overflows 
with active impulses, which fear nothing, and yield to 
nothing. We have not yet felt the need of Rest. 

We lately visited the great University Library. You 



A WEDDING C0NSCRIPT8. lift 

walk through hall after hall, filled with books of all kinds, 
from the monkish manuscript of the middle ages, to the most 
elegant print of the present day. There is something to me 
more impressive in a library like this than a solemn Cathedral. 
1 think involuntarily of the hundreds of mighty spirits who 
speak from these three hundred thousand volumes — of the 
toils and privations with which Genius has ever struggled, 
and of his glorious reward. As m a church, one feels as it 
were the presence of God ; not because the place has been 
hallowed by His worship, but because all around stand the 
inspirations of His spirit, breathed through the mind of 
genius, to men. 

A few nights ago there was a wedding of peasants across 
the river. The guests assembled at the house where it was 
given, by torchlight. The night was quite dark, and the 
bright red torches glowed on the surface of the Neckar, as 
the two couriers galloped along the banks to the bride- 
groom's house. Here, after much shouting and confusion, 
the procession was arranged, the two riders started back 
again with their torches, and the wagons containing the 
guests followed after, with their flickering lights glancing on 
the water, until they disappeared around the foot of the 
mountain. The choosing of conscripts also took place 
lately. The law requires one person out of every hundred 
to become a soldier, and this, in the city of Heidelberg, 
amounts to nearly 150 recruits. It was a sad spectacle. 
The young men, or rather boys, who were chosen, went 
about the city with cockades fastened on their hats, shouting 
and singing, many of them quite intoxicated. Many were 
rough, ignorant peasants, to whom nearly any kind of life 



114 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

would be agreeable ; but tlieio were some whose counte' 
nances spoke otherwise, and I tliought involuntarily that 
their drunken gaiety was only affected to conceal their 
repugnance to the lot which had fallen upon them. 

We are gradually becoming accustomed to the German 
style of living, which is very different from our own. Their 
cookery is new to us, but is nevertheless palatable. We 
have every day a different kind of soup, so that I have sup- 
posed they keep a regular list of three hundred and sixty- 
five, one for every day in the year ! Then we have potato 
jsalad, veal flavored with orange peel, barley pudding, boiled 
artichokes, and rye bread, in loaves a yard long. Neverthe- 
less, Ave thrive on such diet, and I have rarely enjoyed more 
sound and refreshing sleep than in the narrow and coffin-like 
beds, uncomfortable as they seem. Many of the German 
customs are amusing. We never see oxen working here, 
but always cows, sometimes a single one in a cart, and some- 
times two fastened together by a yoke across tlieir horns. 
The women labor constantly in the fields, and from our win- 
dow we can hear the nut-brown maidens singing their cheer- 
ful songs among th«a vineyards on the mountain side. Their 
costume, too, is odd enough. Below the tight-fitting vest 
tliey wear such a number of short skirts, one above another, 
that it reminds one of an animated hogshead, with a head 
and shoulders starting out from the top. I have heard it 
gravely asserted that the wealth of a German damsel may 
be known by counting the number of her kirtles. An 
acquaintance of mine remarked, that it would be an exceh 
lent costume for falling down a precipice. 

We hiwc J::i;t: returned from a second visit to Frankfort, 



TFIK SEA OF ROCKS. ll.'j 

where the great annual fair filled the streets with noise and 
bustle. On our return, we stopped at the village of Zwin- 
genberg, which lies at the foot of the Melibochus, for tlio 
purpose of visiting some of the scenery of the Odenwald. 
Passing the night at the inn there, wc slept with one bed 
under us and two above, and started early in the morning to 
climb up the side of the Melibochus. After a long walk 
through the forests, which were beginning to change their 
summer foliage for a brighter garment, we reached the sum- 
mit and ascended the stone tower which stands upon it. 
This view gives one a better idea of the Odenwald, than 
that from the Kaiserstuhl at Heidelberg. In tlie soft autumn 
atmosphere it looked even more beautiful. After an hour 
in that heaven of uplifted thought, into which we step from 
the mountain-top, our minds went with the patli downward 
to the earth, and we descended the eastern side into the wild 
region which contains the Felsenmecr, or Sea of Rocks. 

We met on the way a student from Fulda — a fine speci- 
men of that free-spirited class, and a man whose smothered 
aspiration was betrayed in the flashing of his eye, as he 
spoke of the present painful and oppressed condition of 
Germany. We talked so busily together that without notic- 
ing the path, which had been bringing us on, up hill and 
down, through forest and over rock, we came at last to a 
halt in a valley among the mountains Making inquiries 
there, we found we had gone wrong, and must ascend again 
by a different path. Near the summit of the mountain, in 
a wdd pine wood, was the Felsenmeer — a great collection of 
rocks heaped together like pebbles on the sea shore, and 
vyorn and rounded as if by the action of water. So much 



116 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

do they resemble waves, that one who stands at the bottom 
and looks up, cannot resist the idea, that they will flow 
down upon him. It must have been a mighty tide whose re- 
ceding waves left these masses piled together. The same 
formation continues at intervals, to the foot of the mountains. 
A little higher up, lies a massive block of granite called the 
"Giant's Column." It is tliirty-two feet long and three or 
four feet in diameter, and still bears the mark of the chisel. 
When or by whom it was made remains a mystery. Some 
have supposed it was intended to be erected for the worship 
of the Sun, by the wild Teutonic tribes who inhabited this 
forest ; it is more probably the work of the Ilomans. A 
project was once started, to erect it as a monument on the 
battle-field of Lcipsic, but it was found too difficult to carry 
into execution. 

After dining at the little village of Reichelsdorf in the 
valley below, where the merry landlord charged my friend 
two kreutzers less than myself because he was not- so tall, 
we visited the Castle of Schc;nberg, and joined the Berg- 
strasse again. We returned to Heidelberg on foot the same 
evening, but long before we arrived, the moon shone down 
on us over the mountains, and when we turned around the 
foot of the Heiligenberg, the mist descending in the valley 
of the Neckar, rested like a light cloud on the ciiurcii- 
Bpires. 



CHAPTER XI. 

A WALK THROUGH THE O D E N W A L D . 

Eemoval to Frankfort — A German Parting— Twilight on the Mountains— The Inn of 
Elsbach— A Frosty Morning— A Village Fair— The Castle of Erbach— Historical 
Armor — An Antiquarian Theft — Curiosity of the Peasants — Castle of the Wild 
Huntsman — An Old Peasant — The Emigrant Family. 

Frankfort-on-the-Maine, Oct. 25, 1844. 
I AM now comfortably settled for the winter in this stately 
old city, having emigrated hither from Heidelberg three 

weeks ago. My friend B and If through the assistance 

of Mr. Ilichard Willis, have obtained quarters with the 
amiable family with whom he has been residing for two 
years past. We find that the cost of living is somewhat 
less here than in Heidelberg, and hope to see more of the 
domestic and social life of Germany. My cousin, who 
desires to attend the winter course of lectures at the Uni- 
versity, remains at the latter place. 

Having forwarded our baggage by the omnibus, we came 
iiitlier on foot, through the heart of the Odenwald, a region 

full of interest, yet little visited by travellers. Dr. S 

and his family walked with us three or four miles of the 



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way, and on a hill above Ziegelhausen, with a splendid view 
behind us, through the mountain-door out of which the 
Neckar enters on the Ehine-plain, we parted. This was a 
first, and I must confess, a somewhat embarrassing experi- 
ence of German leave-taking. After bidding adieu three or 
four times, we started to go up the mountain and they down 
it, but at every second step we had to turn around to 
acknowledge the waving of hands and handkerchiefs which 
continued as long as we were in sight. We descended on 
the other side into a wild and romantic valley, whose mea- 
dows were of the brightest green ; a little brook which 
wound through them, put now and then its silvery shoulder 
to the wheel of a rustic mill. By the road-side two or three 
wild-looking gipsies sat around a fire, with some goats feed- 
ing near them. 

Passing through this valley and the little village of Scho- 
nau, we commenced ascending one of the loftiest ranges of 
the Odenwald. The side of the mountain was covered with 
a thick pine forest. There was no wind to wake its solemn 
anthem ; all was calm and majestic, and even awful. The 
trees rose all around like the pillars of a vast Cathedral, 
whose long arched aisles vanished far below in the deepen- 
ing gloom. We went on and up and ever higher ; the beech 
and dwarf oak took the place of the pine, and at last we 
arrived at a cleared summit whose long brown grass waved 
desolately in the dim light of evening. A faint glow still 
lingered over the forest hills, but down in the valley the 
dusky shades hid every vestige of life, though its sounds 
came up softened through the long space. When we reach- 
ed the top, a bright planet stood like a diamond over the 



SCENERY OF THE ODENWALD. 119 

brow of the eastern hill, and the sound of a twilight bell 
came up clearly and sonorously on the cool, damp air. The 
white veil of mist slowly descended the mountain side, but 
the peaks rose above it like the wrecks of a world floating 
in space. We made our way in the dusk down the long 
path, to the rude little dorf of Elsbach. I asked at the first 
inn for lodging, and we were ushered into a great room, 
in which a number of girls who had been at work in the 
fields, were assembled. They were all dressed ni cloth 
jackets and short gowns, and some had their hair streaming 
down their backs. The landlord's daughter, however, was a 
beautiful girl, whose modest, delicate features contrasted 
greatly with the coarse faces of the others. I thought of 
Uhland's beautiful little poem of " The Landlady's Daugh- 
ter," as I looked on her. In the room hung two or three 
pair of antlers, and they told us deer were still plenty in 
the forests. 

When we left the village the next morning, we again 
commenced ascending. Over the whole valley and half way 
up the mountain, lay a thick white frost, almost like snow, 
which, contrasted with the green trees and bushes scattered 
over the meadows, produced the most singular effect. We 
plucked blackberries ready iced from the bushes by the 
road-side, and went on in the cold, for the sun shone only on 
the top of the opposite mountain, into another valley down 
which rushed the rapid Ulver. At a little village which 
bears the beautiful name of Antesch-nmattenwagy Ave took 
a foot-path directly over a steep mountain to the village of 
Finkenbach Near the top I found two wild-looking chil- 
dren, cutting grass with knives, both of whom I prevailed 



120 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

upon for a few kreutzers to stand and let me sketch them. 
From the summit the view on the other side was very strik- 
ing. The hills were covered with wood, and not a dwelling 
in sight. It reminded me of our forest scenery at home, 
except that the trees were much smaller. 

At length, after scaling another mountain, we reached a 
wide, elevated plain, in the middle of which stood the old 
dorf of Beerfelden. It was then crowded with people, on 
account of a great cattle-fair being held there. All the 
farmers of the neighborhood were assembled, clad in the 
ancient country costume — broad cocked hats and blue frocks. 
An orchard near the town was filled with cattle and horses, 
and near by, in the shade, a number of pedlars had arranged 
their wares. The cheerful looking country people touched 
their hats to us as we passed. This custom of greeting 
travellers, universal in Germany, is very expressive of their 
social, friendly manners. Among the mountains, we fre- 
quently met groups of children who sang together their 
simple ballads as Ave passed by. 

From Beerfelden we passed down the valley of the Mim- 
ling to Erbach, the principal city in the Odenwald, wherd 
we halted a short time to view the Rittersaal in the old 
family castle of the Counts of Erbach. An officer, who 
stood at the gates, conducted us to the door, where we were 
received by a noble-looking, gray-headed steward. He 
took us into the Rittersaal at once, which was like stepping 
back three hundred years. The stained windows of the 
lofty Gothic hall let in a subdued light, which fell on the 
forms of kings and knights, clad in the armor they wore 
during life. On the left as we entered, were mail-covered 



THE CASTLE OF ERBACH. 121 

figures of John and Cosmo de Medici ; further on stood the 
Emperor MaximiKan, and by his side the celebrated dwarf 
who was served up in a pie at one of the imperial feasts. 
His armor was most delicate and beautiful, but small as it 
was, Tom Thumb would have room to spare in it. Gustavus 
Adolphus and Wallenstein looked down from the neighboring 
pedestals, while at the other end stood Goetz von Berlichin- 
gen and Albert of Brunswick. The steward told me that 
the iron hand of Goetz was in possession of the family, but 
not shown to strangers ; he pointed out, however, the buckles 
on the armor, by which it was fastened. Adjoining the hall 
is an antique chapel, filled with rude old tombs, and contain- 
ing the sarcophagus of Count Eginhard of Denmark, wlio 
lived about the tenth century. There were also monkish 
garments five hundred years old hanging up in it. 

The collection of antiquities is large and interesting ; but 
it is said that the old Count obtained some of them in rather 
a questionable manner. Among other incidents they relate 
that when in Rome he visited the Pope, taking with him an 
old servant who accompanied him in all his travels, and was 
the accomplice in most of his antiquarian thefts. In one of 
the outer halls, among the curiosities, was an antique shield 
of great value. The servant was left in this hall while the 
Count had his audience, and in a short time this shield was 
missed. The servant, who wore a long cloak, was missed 
also ; orders were given to close the gates and search every 
body, but it was too late — the thief was gone. 

Leaving Erbach we found out the direction of Snellert, 
the castle of the Wild Huntsman, and took a road that led 
us for two or three hours along the top of a mountain ridge. 



122 VIKWS A -FOOT. 

Througli the openings in tlie pine and larch forests, -vvc hacl 
glimpses of the hills of Spessart, beyond the Main. When 
we finally left the by-road we had chosen it was quite dark, 
and we missed the way altogether among the lanes and 
meadows. We came at last to a full stop at the house of a 
farmer, who guided us by a foot-path over the fields to a 
small village. On entering the only inn, kept by the Burgo- 
master, the people, on finding we were Americans, regarded 
us with a curiosity quite uncomfortable. They crowded 
around the door, watching every motion, and gazed in through 
the windows. The wild huntsman himself could scarcely have 
made a greater sensation. The news of our arrival seemed 
to have spread very fast, for the next morning when we 
stopped at a prune orchard some distance from the village to 
buy some fruit, the farmer cried out from a tree, " they are 
the Americans ; give them as many as they want for 
nothing !" 

With the Burgomaster's little son for a guide, we went 
back a mile or two of our route to Snellert, which we had 
passed the night before, and after losing ourselves two or 
three times in the woods, arrived at last at the top of the 
mountain, where the ruins of the castle stand. The walls 
are nearly level with the ground. The interest of a visit 
rests entirely on the romantic legend, and the wild view 
over the hills around. On the opposite mountain are the 
ruins of Rodenstein, to which the wild Huntsman was wont 
to ride at midnight — where he now rides no more. The 
echoes of Rod^nstein are no longer awakened by the sound 
of his bugle, and the hoofs of his demon steed clanging on 
the battlements. But the hills around are wild enough, and 



TllK EMIGRANT FAMILY. 123 

the roar of the pine forests deep enough to have inspired the 
simple peasants with the romantic tradition. 

Stopping for dinner at the town of Hheinheim, we met an 
old man, who, on learning we were Americans, walked with 
us as far as the next village. He had a daughter in America, 
and was highly gratified to meet any one from the country 
of her adoption. He made me promise to visit her, if I 
ever should go to St. Louis, and say that I had walked with 
her father from Rheinheim to Zwangenburg. To satisfy his 
fears lest I might forget it, I took down his name and that 
of his daughter. He shook me warmly by the hand at 
parting, and was evidently made happier for that day. 

We reached Darmstadt just in time to take a seat in the 
omnibus for Frankfort. Among the passengers were a 
Bavarian family, on their way to Bremen, whence they 
intended sailing for Texas. I endeavored to discourage 
the man from choosing such a country for his home, by 
telling him of the climate and the Indians, but he was too 
full of hope to be shaken in his purpose. I would have 
added that it was a slave-land, but I thought on our own 
country's curse, and was silent. The wife was not so san- 
guine ; she seemed to mourn in secret at leaving her beauti- 
ful fatherland. It was saddening to think how lonely they 
would feel in that far home, and how they would long, with 
true German devotion, to look again on the green vintage- 
hills of their forsaken country. As niglit drew on, the little 
girl crept over to her father for his accustomed evening kiss, 
and then sank back to sleep in a corner of the wagon. The 
boy, in the artless confidence of childhood, laid his head on 
my bre.ast, weary with the day's travel, and soon slept alsa 



j24 VIEW'S A-FOOT, 

Thus we drove on in the dark, till at length the lights of 
Frankfort glimmered on the breast of the rapid Main, as we 
passed over the bridge, and when we stopped near the 
Cathedral, I delivered up my little charge, and sent ray 
sympathy with the wanderers on their lonely way. 



CHAPTEK XII. 

RESIDENCE IN FRANKFORT. 

Frankfort and its Associations— Our Quarters— Mr. Richard S. Willis— The Market- 
Women— Inauguration of the Statue of Goethe— The Streets of Frankfort — The 
Main Bridge — The Golden Cock — Weather — Baron Rothschild — ^The Promenades — 
Celebration of the Vintage — The Poet Freiligrath. 

Frankfort, December 4, 1 844. 
This is a genuine old German city. Founded by Charle- 
magne, afterwards a rallying point of the Crusaders, and for 
a long time the capital of the German Empire, it has no 
lack of interesting historical recollections, and notwithstand- 
ing it is now fast becoming modernized, one is everywhere 
reminded of the Past. The Cathedral, old as the days of 
Peter the Hermit, the grotesque street of the Jews, the 
many quaint, antiquated dwellings and the mouldering watch- 
towers on the hills around, give it a more interesting charac- 
ter than any German city I have yet seen. The house we 
dwell in, on the Markt Platz, is more than two hundred 
years old ; directly opposite is a great castellated building, 
gloomy with the weight of six centuries, and a few steps to 
the left brings me to the square of the Romerberg, where 



126 VIFWS A-FOOT. 

the Emperors were crowned, in a corner of which is a curi. 
oiisly ornamented house, formerly the residence of Luther. 
There are legends innumerable connected with all these 
buildings, and even yet discoveries of secret chambers and 
btaircases are frequently made in old houses. When you add 
to all this, the German love of ghost stories, and, indeed, 
their general belief in spirits, the lover of romance could not 
desire a more agreeable residence. 

We have two rooms on the second floor, overlooking the 
crowded market, and commanding the top of the Romerberg. 
As in all old German houses, there are no carpets, and the 
furniture is of the simplest and plainest character. We 

take our meals with the family of Herr S , of which, 

indeed, we now form a part, conforming in every respect to 
their habits, and sharing in all their social enjoyments. The 
difficulties of the language are at last overcome, and all the 
more familiar phrases of the hearty German tongue come 
as naturally to my lips as the corresponding English ones. 
I now read Hauff, and Uhland, and Schiller, without difficul- 
ty, and look forward to a winter of rich enjoyment, in the 

study of the great German authors. I pay Herr S , 

twenty -five florins — about ten dollars — monthly, for all the 
privileges of a home, and thus, in spite of my diminishing 
funds, I am at least certain of knowing Germany and the 
Germans, before being obliged to return home. 

Mr. Willis, whose society adds another pleasure to our 
sojourn here, has been in Frankfort since 1842, studying 
and preparing himself for the higher branches of musical 
composition. The talent he displayed while at college, and 
the success following the publication of a set of beautiful 



THE MARKET-WOMEN. 127 

waltzes be there composed, led liim to clioose this most diffi- 
cult but lofty path. The result justifies his early promise, 
and gives the most sanguine anticipation for the future. He 
studied the first two years here under Schnyder von War- 
tensee, a distinguished Swiss composer ; and his exercises 
have met with the warmest approval from Mendelssohn, at 
present the first German composer, and E-inck, the celebrated 
organist. The enormous labor and application required to 
go through the preparatory studies alone, would make it 
seem almost impossible for one with the restless energy of 
the American character, to undertake it ; but as this very 
energy gives genius its greatest power, we may now trust 
with confidence that Mr. Willis, since he has nearly com- 
pleted his studies, will win himself and his country honor in 
the difficult path he has chosen. 

I often look out on the singular scene below my window. 
On both sides of the street, leaving barely room to enter 
the houses, sit the market-women, with their baskets of 
vegetables and fruit. The middle of the street is filled with 
female purchasers, and every cart or carriage that comes 
along, has to force its way through the crowd, sometimes 
rolling against and overturning the baskets at the sides, an 
occurrence which is always followed by a Babel of unintel- 
ligible sounds. The country-women in their jackets and 
short gowns go backwards and forwards with great loads on 
their heads, sometimes nearly as high as themselves. The 
market-women sit here from sunrise till sunset, day after 
day, for years. They have little furnaces for cooking and 
for warmth in winter, and when it rains they sit in large 
wooden boxes. One or two policemen are generally on the 



128 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

ground in the morning to prevent their disputing about 
places, which often gives rise to grotesque scenes. . Perhaps 
this kind of life in the open air is conducive to longevity ; 
for certainly there is no country on earth that has as many 
old women. Many of them resemble walking machines 
made of leather ; and to judge from what I see in the streets 
here, I should think they work until they die. 

On the 21st of October a most interesting fete took place. 
The magnificent monument of Goethe, modelled by the 
sculptor Schwanthaler, at Munich, and cast in bronz;e, was 
unveiled. It arrived a few days before, and was received 
with much ceremony and erected in the destined spot, an 
open square in the western part of the city, planted with 
acacia trees. I went there at ten o'clock, and found the 
square already full of people. Seats had been elected 
around the monument for ladies, the singers and musicians. 
A company of soldiers was stationed to keep a vacant space 
for the procession, which at length arrived with music and 
banners, and entered the enclosure. A song for the occasion 
was sung by the choir with such perfect harmony and unity, 
that it seemed like some glorious instrument touched by a 
single hand. Then a poetical address was delivered, after 
which four young men took their stand at the corners of the 
monument ; the drums and trumpets gave a flourish, and the 
mantle fell. The noble figure seemed to rise out of the 
earth, and thus amid shoutings and the triumphal peal of 
the band, the form of Goethe greeted the city of his birth. 
He is represented as leaning on the trunk of a tree, holding 
in his right hand a roll of parchment, and in his left a wreath. 
The pedestal, which is also of bronze, contains bas-reliefs, 



THE STREETS OF FRANKFORl. ' 12 J* 

representing scenes from Faust, Wilhelm Meister and 
Egmont. In the evening Goethe's house, in an acljoiniiig 
street, was illuminated by arches of lamps between the 
windows, and hung with wreaths of flowers. Four pillars 
of colored lamps lighted the statue. At nine o'clock the 
choir of singers came again in a procession, with colored 
lanterns, and after singing two or three songs, the statue was 
exhibited in the red glare of the Bengal light. The trees 
and houses around the square were covered with the 
glow, which streamed in broad sheets up against the dark 
sky. 

Within the walls the greater part of Frankfort is built in 
the old German style — the houses six or seven stories high, 
and every story projecting out over the other, so that those 
living in the attics can nearly shake hands out of the win- 
dows. At the corners one sometimes sees grotesque figures, 
bearing the projecting upper stories on their shoulders and 
making horrible faces at the weight. When I state that in 
all these narrow streets which constitute the greater part of 
the city, there are no sidewalks, while the windows of the 
lower stories have iron gratings extending a foot or so into 
the street, which is only wide enough for one cart to pass 
along, you can have some idea of the facility of walking 
through them, to say nothing of the piles of wood, and 
market-women with baskets of vegetables which one is con- 
tinually stumbling over. 

As I walked across the Main, and looked down at the 
swift stream on its way from the distant Thiiringian forest 
to join the Rhine, I thought of the time when Schiller stood 
there in the days of his early struggles, an exile from his 

6* 



ISO VIEWS A FOOT. 

native land, and looking over the bridge, said in the loneli- 
ness of his heart, " That water flows not so deep as my 
sufferings ! " In the middle, on an iron ornament, stands 
the golden cock at which Goethe used to marvel when a 
boy. Perhaps you have not heard the legend connected 
with this. The bridge was built several hundred years agOr 
witli such strength and solidity that it will stand many 
hundred yet. The architect had contracted to build it 
within a certain time, but as it drew near, without any 
prospect of fulfilment, the devil appeared to him and 
promised to finish it, on condition of having the first soul 
that passed over it. This was agreed upon, and the devil 
performed his part of the bargain. The artist, however, on 
the day appointed, drove a cock across before he suffered 
any one to pass over it. His majesty stationed himself 
under the middle arch of the bridge, awaiting his prey ; 
but enraged at the cheat, he tore the unfortunate fowl in 
pieces, and broke two holes in the arch, saying they should 
never be built up again. The golden cock was erected on 
the bridge as a token of the event, but the devil has perhaps 
lost some of his power in these latter days, for the holes 
were filled up about thirty years ago. 

From the hills on the Darmstadt road, I had a view of the 
country around — the fields were white and bare, and the 
dark Taunus, with the broad patches of snow on his sides, 
looked grim and shadowy through the dim atmosphere. It 
was like the landscape of a dream — dark, strange, and 
silent. The whole of last month "sve saw the sun but two or 
three days, the sky being almost continually covered with 
a gloomy fog. England and Germany seem to have ex- 



BAKON ICOTHSCHILD, 131 

changed climates this year, for in the former countrj vre 
had delightfully clear weather. 

J have seen the banker Rothschild — Anselmo, the most 
celebrated of the brothers— several times driving about the 
city. He is a little, bald-headed man, with marked Jewish 
features, and is said not to deceive his looks. At any rate, 
his reputation is none of the best, either with Jews or Chris- 
tians. A caricature was published some time ago, in which 
he is represented as giving a beggar woman by the way- 
side a kreutzer — the smallest German coin. She is made to 
exclaim, " God reward you a thousand fold ! " He imme- 
diately replies, after reckoning up in his head, " How much 
have I then ? — sixteen florins and forty kreutzers ! " 

One evening, after sunset, we took a stroll around the 
promenades. The swans were still floating on the little 
lake, and the American poplar beside it, was in its full 
autumn livery. As we made the circuit of the walks, guns 
were firing far and near, celebrating the ojjcning of the vin- 
tage the next day, and rockets went glittering and sparkling 
up into the dark air. Notwithstanding the late hour and 
lowering sky, the walks were full of people, and we strolled 
about with them until it grew cjuite dark, watching the fire- 
works which arose from the gardens around. The next day 
we went into the Frankfort wood. A party of six Ameri- 
cans (all who are now in Frankfort), we walked over the 
Main and through the dirty suburbs of Sachsenhausen, 
where we met with many peasants laden with the first day's 
vintage, and crowds of people coming down from the vine- 
yards. As we ascL^ided the hill, the sound of muskets was 
heard in every direction, and from many vineyards arose 




132 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

the smoke of fires, where groups of merry children were coL 
iecting and burning the rubbish. We became lost among 
the winding paths of the pine forest, so that by the time we 
came out upon the eminence overlooking the valley of the 
Main, it was quite dark. From every side, far and near, rock= 
ets of all sizes and colors darted high up into the sky. We 
stopped under a garden wall, by which a laughing company 
were assembled in the smoke and red blaze, and watched seve- 
ral comets go hissing and glancing far above us. The crack- 
ing of ammunition still continued, and when we came again 
upon the bridge, the city opposite was lighted as if illumin- 
ated. The full moon had just risen, softening and mel- 
lowing the beautiful scene, while beyond, over the towers 
of Frankfort, rose and fell the meteors that heralded the 

vintage. 

Since I have been in Frankfort, an event has occurred, 
which shows very distinctly the principles at work in Ger- 
many, and gives us some foreboding of the future. Ferdi- 
nand Freiligrath, one of the most popular living poets, has 
within a few weeks published a volume of poems entitled 
" My Confessions of Faith, or Poems for the Times.'* It 
contains some thrilling appeals to the free spirit of the Ger- 
man people, setting forth the injustice under which they 
labor, in simple but powerful language, and with the most 
forcible illustrations, adapted to the comprehension of every 
one. Viewed as a work of genius alone, it is strikingly 
powerful and original : but when we consider the eifect it is 
producing among the people— the strength it will add to the 
rising tide of opposition to every form of tyranny, it has a 
still higher interest. Freiligrath had> three or foiir years 



THE POET FREILIGRATH. 13.'< 

before, received a pension of three hundred thalers from the 
King of Prussia, soon after his accession to the throne : he 
ceased to draw this about a year ago, stating in the preface 
to his volume that it was accepted in the belief that the 
King would adhere to his promise of giving the people a 
"^ew Constitution, but that now, since time has proved there 
is no dependence to be placed on the King's word, he must 
speak for his people and for his land. 

The book has not only been prohibited, but Freiligrath 
has exiled himself voluntarily, to escape imprisonment. He 
is now in Paris, where the poets Heine and Herwegh^ both 
banished for the same reason, are living. The free si)iri^ 
which characterizes these men, who come from among the 
people, shows plainly the tendency of the times ; and it is 
only the great strength with which tyranny here has envi- 
roned itself, combnied with the proverbial apathy of the 
Germans, which has prevented a change ere this. 



CHAPTER XIII. 

A GLIMPSE OF STUDENT LIFE. 

h. ^alk to Heidelberg— "Winter Journey— -4 Canwiers—Tha Red Fisherman— The 
Hall of Assembly— The Students— Songs and Speeches — The Ceremony of the 
Land^ather' — Gervinus aud Schlosser— A Duel at Neuenheim — Its Eosult— Charac- 
ter of the Students. 

Receiving a letter from my cousin one bright December 
morning, the idea of visiting him struck me, and so, witliin 

an hour, B and I were on our way to Heidelberg. It 

was delightful weather; the air was mild as the early days 
of spring, the pine forests around wore a softer green, and 
though the sun was but a hand's breadth high, even at noon, 
it was quite warm on the open road. We stopped for the 
niirht at Bensheim ; and the next morning w^as as dark as a 
cloudy day in the north can be, wearing a heavy gloom I 
never saw elsewhere. The wind blew the snow down fr.)in 
the summits upon us, but being warm from walking, we did 
not heed it. The mountains looked higher than in summer, 
and the old castles more grim and frowning. From the hard 
^oads and freezing wind, my feet became very sore, and 



A COMMERS. 135 

after limping along in excruciating pain for a league or two, 
I poured some brandy into my boots, which deadened the 
wounds so much, tliat 1 was enabled to go on in a kind of 
trot, which I kept up, only stopping ten minutes to dinner, 
until we reached Heidelberg. But I have not yet recovered 
from the lameness which followed this performance. 

The same evening there was to be a general commer.s, or 
meeting of the societies among the students, and I determin- 
ed not to omit witnessing one of the most interesting and 
characteristic features of student-life. »So, borrowing a cap 
and coat, I looked the student well enough to pass for one 
of them, although the former article was somewhat of the 
Philister form. Baader, a young poet of some note, and 
president of the " Palatia" Society, having promised to take 
us to the Commers, we met at eight o'clock at an inn fre- 
quented by the students, and went to the rendezvous, near 
the Markt Platz. 

A confused sound of voices came from the inn, as we 
drew near, and groups of students were standing around the 
door. In the entrance hall we savy the Red Fisherman, one 
of the most conspicuous characters about the University, 
He is a small, stout man, with bare neck and breast, red 
hair, whence his name, and a strange mixture of roughness 
and benevolence in his countenance. He has saved many 
persons at the risk of his own life, from drowning in the 
Neckar, and on that account is leniently dealt with by the 
faculty whenever he is arrested for assisting the students in 
any of their unlawful proceedings. Entering the room I 
could scarcely see at first, on account of the smoke that 
ascended from a hundred pipes. All was noise and confu- 



13G VIEWS A-FOOT. 

sion. Nccar the door sat some half dozen musicians, who 
were getthig their instruments ready for action, and the 
long room was filled with tables, all of which seemed to be 
full, yet the students were still pressing in. The tables w^ere 
covered with great stone jugs and long beer glasses ; the 
students were talking and shouting and drinking. One who 
appeared to have the arrangement of the meeting, found 
seats for us together, and having made a slight acquaintance 
with those sitting next us, Ave felt more at liberty to witness 
their proceedings. They were all talking in a sociable, 
friendly way, and I saw no one who appeared to be intoxi- 
cated. The beer was a weak mixture, which I should think 
w^ould make one fall over from its weight, rather than its 
intoxicating properties. Those sitting near me drank but 
little, and that principally to make or return compliments. 
One or two at the other end of the table were more bois- 
terous, and more than one glass was overturned upon their 
legs. Leaves containing the songs for the evening lay at 
each seat, and at the head, where the President sat, were 
two swords crossed, with which he occasionally struck upon 
the table to preserve order. Our President was a fine, 
romantic-looking young man, dressed in the old German 
costume, — black beaver and plume, and velvet doublet with 
slashed sleeves. I never saw in any company of young 
men, so many handsome, manly countenances. If their 
faces were any index of their characters, there were many 
noble, free souls among them. Nearly opposite to me sat a 
young poet, whose dark eyes flashed with feeling as he 
spoke to those near him. After some time passed in talking 
and drinking together, varied by an occasional air from the 



SONGS AND SPEECHES. 187 

musicians, the Presiclent beat order with the sword, and the 
whole company joined in one of their glorious songs, to a 
melody at the same time joyous and solemn. Swelled by 
so many manly voices it arose like a hymn of triumph 
— all other sounds were stilled. Three times during the 
singing all rose to their feet, clashed their glasses together 
around the tables and drank to their Fatherland, a health 
and blessing to the patriot, and honor to those who struggle 
in the cause of freedom. 

After this song, the same order was continued as before, 
except that students from the different societies made short 
speeches, accompanied by some toast or sentiment. One 
spoke of Germany — predicting that all her dissensions would 
be overcome, and she would arise at last, like a phoenix, 
among the nations of Europe ; and at the close gave 
" strong, united, regenerated Germany ! " Instantly all 
sprang to their feet, and clashing the glasses together, gave 
a thundering ''lioch ! " This enthusiasm for their country 
is one of the strongest characteristics of the German stu- 
dents ; they have ever been first in the field for her freedom, 
and on them mainly depends her future redemption. 

Cloths were passed around, the tables wiped off, and 
preparations made to sing the " Landsjather,'" or consecra- 
tion song. This is one of the most important and solemn 
of their ceremonies, since by performing it the new students 
are made burschen, and the bands of brotherhood continually 
kept fresh and sacred. All became still a moment, then 
commenced the lofty song : 

•• Silent bending, each one lending 
To the solemn tones his ear. 



138 ,VIKWS A- FOOT. 

Hark, the song of songs is sounding- 
Back from joyful choir resounding, 
Hear it, German brothers, hear I 

" German proudly, raise it loudly. 

Singing of your fatherland — 
Fathei'land ! thou land of story. 
To the altars of thy glory 

Consecrate us, sword in liand I 

" Take the beaker, pleasure seeker, 

With thy country's drink brimmed o'er ! 
In thy left the sword is blinking, 
Pierce it through the cap, while drinking 
To thy Fatherland once more ! " 

With the first line of the last stanza, the Presidents 
sitting at the head of the table, take their glasses in their 
right hands, and at the third line, the sword in their left, 
at the end striking their glasses together and drinking. 

" In left hand gleaming, thou art beaming. 

Sword from all dishonor free ! 
Thus I pierce the cap, while swearing, 
It in honor ever weai-ing, 

I a valiant Bursch will be 1 " 

They clash their swords together till the third line is 
sung, when each takes his cap, and piercing the point of 
the sword through the crown, draws it down to the guard. 
Leaving their caps on the swords, the Presidents stand 
behind the two next students, who go through the same 
ceremony, receiving the swords at the appropriate time, and 
giving them back loaded with their caps also. This cere- 



CEUEMOKV OK THE LA5D8FATIIKIt, 139 

mony is going on at every table at the fiarne time. Tiiese 
two stanzas are repeated for every pair of students, till all 
have performed it, and the Presidents have arrived at the 
bottom of the talde, witli their swords strung full of caps, 
ilere they exchange swords, while all sing ; 

" Coma, thou blight Bwonl, now made holy. 

Of fi'Cfi rnofi the weapon free; 
Bring it wjlernnly and fclowly, 

II<;avy with pierced ca[/», Uj me! 
From it« burden now divest it ; 

Brothers, be ye covered all, 

And till our next fcKtival, 
Hallowed and unupotted rest it I 

** Up, ye feast companions ! ever 

Honor ye our holy band 1 
And with heart and soul endeavor 

E'er as high-«ouled men to stand! 
Up it) feast, ye men united ! 

Worthy be your fathers' fame, 

And the sword may no one claim. 
Who to hoaor is not pliglited !" 

Then each President, taking a cap off his sword, reaches 
It to the student opposite, and they cross their swords, the 
ends resting on the two students' heads, while they sing the 
next stanza : 

** So take it back ; thy head I now will cover 
And stretch the bright sword over. 
Live alBo tiien this Bursche, hoch 1 
Wherever we may meet him, 
Will we, as Brother, greet him — 
Live also thia, our Brother, hoch ! " 



140 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

This ceremony was repeated till all the caps were given 
back, and they then concluded with the following : 

*• Rest, the Burschen-feast is over, 

Hallowed sword, and thou art free I 
Each one strive a valiant lover 

Of his fatherland to be 1 
Hail to him, who, glory-haunted. 

Follows still his fathers bold ; 

And the sword may no one hold 
But the noble and undaunted I " 

The Landsfather being over, the students were less order- 
ly ; the smoking and drinking began again, and we left, as it 
was already eleven o'clock, glad to breathe the pure cold air. 

In the University I heard Gervinus, who was formerly 
professor in Gottingen, but was obliged to leave on account 
of his liberal principles. He is much liked by the students, 
and his lectures are very well attended. They had this 
winter a torchlight procession in honor of him. He is a 
stout, round-faced man, speaks very fast, and makes them 
laugh continually with his witty remarks. In the room I 
saw a son of Kiickert, the poet, with a face strikingly like 
hi? father's. The next evening I went to hear Schlosser, 
the great historian. Among his pupils are the two princes 
of Baden, who are now at the University. He came hur- 
riedly in, threw down his portfolio and began instantly to 
speak. He is an old, gray -headed man, but still active and 
full of energy. The Germans find him exceedingly difficult 
to understand, as the construction of his sentences is said to 
be English rather than German ; for this reason, perhaps, 



A DUEL. 141 

I understood him quite easily. He lectures on the French 
Revolution, but is engaged in Avriting a Universal History, 
the first numbers of which are published. 

Two or three days after, we heard that a duel was to take 
place at Neuenheim, on the opposite side of the Neckar, 
where the students have a house hired for that purpose. 
In order to witness the spectacle, we started immediately 
with two or three students. Along the road were stationed 
old women, at intervals, as guards, to give notice of the ap- 
proach of the police, and from these we learned that one duel 
had already been fought, and they were preparing for the 
other. The Red Fisherman was busy in an outer room grind- 
ing the swords, which are made as sharp as razors. In the 
large room some forty or fifty students were walking about, 
while the parties were preparing. This was done by taking 
off the coat and vest, and binding on a great thick leather gar- 
ment, which reached from the breast to the knees, completely 
protecting the body. They then put on a leather glove reach- 
ing nearly to the shoulder, tied a thick cravat around the 
throat, and donned a cap with a large vizor. This done, they 
were walked about the room a short time, the seconds holding 
out their arms to strengthen them ; their faces all this time 
betrayed considerable anxiety. 

All being ready, the seconds took their stations imme- 
diately behind them, each armed with a sword, and gave 
the words : ** ready — hind your weapons — loose /" They 
instantly sprang at each other, exchanged two or three 
blows, when the seconds cried "halt!" and struck their 
swords up. Twenty -four rounds of this kind ended the duel, 
without either being hurt, tliougli the cap of one of them was 



142 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

cut through and his forehead grazed. All their duels do not 
end so fortunately, however, as the frightful scars on the 
faces of many of those present testified. It is a gratification 
to know that but a small portion of the students keep up this 
barbarous custom. In Heidelberg, four societies, comprising 
more than one half the students, have been formed to discon- 
tinue it. A strong desire for such a reform seems to prevail, 
and the custom will probably be totally discontinued in a 
short time. 

This view of the student-life was very interesting to me ; 
it appeared in a much better light than I had been accus- 
tomed to regard it. Their peculiar customs, except duelling 
and excessive drinking, of course, may be the better tole- 
rated when we consider the stand which they have taken 
for the liberty of Germany, It is principally through them 
that a free spirit is kept alive ; they have ever been foremost 
to rise up for their Fatherland, and bravest in its defence. 
And though many of their customs have so often been held 
up to ridicule, among no other class can one find warmei; 
truer, or braver hearts. 



CHAPTER XIV. 

CHRISTMAS AND NEW -YEAR IN GERMANY. 

Expenses of the First Six Months Abroad — Prospects for the Future — Christmas in 
Germany— The Christmas Booths— Visit of St. Nicholas— Preparations for Christ- 
mas—Excitement among the Children— Christmas Eve— The Christmas Tree- 
Poetry of the Festival — Welcome to the New Tear — Scene in the Streets. 

Frankfort, January 2, 1845. 
I have lately been computing how much my travels have 
cost me up to the present time, and how long I can remain 
abroad to continue the pilgrimage, with my present expecta- 
tions. The result has been most encouraging to my plan. 
Before leaving home, I wrote to several gentlemen who had 
visited Europe, asking the probable expense of travel and 
residence abroad. They sent different accounts ; one said I 
must calculate to spend at least $1500 a year ; another 
suggested $1000, and the most moderate of all, said that it 
was impossible to live in Europe a year on less than $500. 
Now, six months have elapsed since I left home — six 
months of greater pleasure and profit than any two years 
of my former life — and my expenses, in full, amount to 
*130! The sum with which I left home will soon be 



144 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

exhausted, it is true, but as the letters which I have sent 
to the Gazette and Post have proved acceptable, I trust to 
receive a remittance shortly, in continuance of the engage* 
ment. I find that it would be almost useless for me to 
endeavor to obtain employment as a printer, as the wages 
are comparatively small, and the trade is overstocked with 
workmen. Besides, after a tough grapple, I am just begin- 
ning to feel at home in German literature, and am so fasci- 
nated with the wonderful field it opens to me, that I would 
rather undergo considerable privation than give up my 
regular hours of daily study. 

We have lately witnessed the most beautiful and interest- 
ing of all German festivals — Christmas — which is celebrated 
in a style truly characteristic of the people. About the 
commencement of December, the Ohristmarkt, or fair, was 
opened in the Romerberg, and has continued to the present 
time. The booths, decorated with green boughs, were fiJled 
with toys of various kinds, among which, during the first 
days, the figure of St. Nicholas was conspicuous. There 
Avere bunches of wax candles to illuminate the Christmas 
tree, gingerbread with printed mottoes in poetry, beautiful 
little earthenware, basket-work, and a wilderness of play- 
things. The fifth of December, being Nicholas evening, 
the booths were lighted up, and the square was filled with 
boys, running from one stand to another, all shouting and 
talking together in the most joyous confusion. Nurses were 
going around, carrying the smaller children in their arms, 
and parents bought presents decorated with sprigs of pine 
and carried them away. Some of the shops exhibited very 
beautiful toys, as for instance, a whole grocery store in 



VISIT OP ST. KICH0LA8. 145 

miniature, with barrels, boxes, and drawers, filled with 
sweetmeats, a kitchen with a stove and all suitable utensils, 
which could readily be used, and sets of dishes of the most 
diminutive patterns. 

Many of the tables had bundles of rods with gilded bands, 
which were to be used that evening by the persons who 
represented St. Nicholas. In the family with whom we 
reside, one of our German friends dressed himself very 
grotesquely, with a mask, fur robe, and long tapering cap He 
came in with a bunch of rods, a sack, and a broom for a 
sceptre. After we all had received our share of the beating, 
he threw the contents of his bag on the table, and while we 
were scrambling for the nuts and apples, gave us many smart 
raps over the fingers. In many families the children are made 
to say, " I thank you, Herr Nicholas," and the rods are hung 
up in the room until Christmas, to keep them in good 
behavior. Tliis was only a forerunner of the Christ-kind- 
chen's coming. The Nicolaus is the punishing spirit, the 
Christ-kindchen the rewarding one. 

When this time was over, we all began prepanng secretly 
our presents for Christmas. Every day there were consulta- 
tions about the things which should be obtained. It was so 
arranged that all should interchange presents, but nobody 
must know beforehand what he would receive. What 
pleasure there was in all these secret purchases and prepara- 
tions ! Scarcely anything was thought or spoken of but 
Christmas, and every day the consultations became more 
numerous and secret. The trees were bought some time be- 
forehand, but as we Americans were to witness the festival 

for the first time, we were not allowed to see them prepared, 

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in order that the effect might be as great as possible. The 
market in the Eomerberg Square grew constantly larger and 
more brilliant. Every night it was illuminated with lamps 
and thronged with people. Quite a forest sprang up in the 
street before our door. The old stone house opposite, with 
the traces of so many centuries on its dark face, seemed to 
stand in the midst of a garden. It was a pleasure to go out 
every evening and see the children rushing to and fro, 
shouting and selecting toys from the booths, and talking all 
the time of the Christmas that was so near. The poor 
people went by with their little presents hid under their 
cloaks, lest their children might see them ; every heart was 
glad and every countenance wore a smile of secret pleasure. 
Finally, the day before Christmas arrived. The streets 
were so full I could scarce make my way through, and the 
sale of trees went on more rapidly than ever. These were 
usually branches of pine or fir, set upright in a little minia- 
ture garden of moss. When the lamps were hghted at night, 
our street had the appearance of an illuminated garden. 
We were prohibited from entering the rooms up stairs in 
which the grand ceremony v/as to take place, being obliged 
to take our seats in those arranged for the guests, and wait 
with impatience the hour when Christ-kindchen should call. 
Several relatives of the family came, and what was more 
agreeable, they brought with them five or six children. I 
was anxious to see how they would view the ceremony. 
Finally, in the midst of an interesting conversation, we heard 
the bell ringing at the head of the stairs. We all started up, 
and made for the door. I ran up the steps with the children 
at my heels, and at the top met a blaze of dazzling light, 



rOETKY OF THE FESTIVAL. 147 

coming from the open door. In each room stood a great 
table, on which the presents were arranged, amid flowers 
and wreaths. From the centre rose the beautiful Christmas 
tree, covered with wax tapers to the very top, which made 
it nearly as light as day, while every bough was hung with 
sweetmeats and gilded nuts. The children ran shouting 
around the table, hunting their presents, while the older per- 
sons had theirs pointed out to them. I had a little library 
of German authors as my share ; and many of the others 
received quite valuable gifts. 

But how beautiful was the heartfelt joy that shone on 
every countenance ! As each one discovered his presents 
he embraced the givers, and it was a scene of unmingled joy. 
It is a glorious feast, this Christmas time ! What a chorus 
from happy hearts went up on that evening to Heaven ! 
Full of poetry and feeling and glad associations, it is here 
anticipated with delight, and leaves a pleasant memory be- 
hind it. We may laugh at such simple festivals at home, 
and prefer to shake ourselves loose from every shackle that 
bears the rust of the Past, but we would certainly be 
happier if some of these beautiful old customs were better 
honored. They renew the bond of feeling between families 
and friends, and strengthen their kindly sympathy; even 
lifelong associates require occasions of this kind to freshen 
the tie that binds them together. 

New Year's Eve is also favored with a peculiar celebra- 
tion in Germany. Every body remains up and makes him- 
self merry until midnight. The Christmas trees are again 
lighted, and while the tapers are burning out the family play 
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148 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

bouglis. It is so arranged that each one shall win as much 
as he gives, and the change of articles creates much amuso- 
ment. One of the ladies rejoiced in the possession of a red 
silk handkerchief and a cake of soap, while a cup and saucer 
and a pair of scissors fell to my lot. As midnight drew near, 
the noise became louder in the streets, and companies of 
people, some of them singing in chorus, passed by on their 
way to the Zeil. Finally, three-quarters struck, the windows 
were opened, and every one waited anxiously for the clock 
to strike. At the first sound, such a cry arose as one may 
imagine, when thirty or forty thousand persons all set their 
lungs going at once. Every body in the house, in the street, 
over the whole city, shouted, " Prossi Neu JaJir /" In 
families, all the members embrace each other, with wishes of 
happiness for the new year. Then the windows are thrown 
open, and they cry to their neighbors or those passing by. 
After we had exchanged congratulations, three of us set 
out for the Zeil. The streets were full of people, shouting 
to one another and to those standing at the open windows. 
We failed not to cry " Prosst Neu Jahr .'" wherever we saw 
a damsel at the window, and the words came back to us more 
musically than we sent them. Along the Zeil the spectacle 
was most singular. The great wide street was filled with 
companies of men, marching up and down, while from the 
mass rang up one deafening, unending shout, that seemed to 
pierce the black sky above. The whole scene looked 
stranger and wilder in the flickering light of the swinging 
lamps, and I could not help thinking it must resemble a night 
in Paris during the French Revolution. 



CHAPTER XY. 

INCIDENTS OP A WINTER IN FRANKIOBT. 

Sports on the Ice — Lessing's Picture of Huss — The Eschernheim Tower — Severity 
of the Winter — Sufferings of Men and Beasts — My Winter Life — Matteus and ike 
Stove — Hopes of Spring — The Fair — Picturesque Crowds — A Vender of Blacking 
— Rise of the Main — The City Inundated — Sachsenhausen under Water — A Day oi 
Sunshine — Faces in the Streets — Gernaan Beauty — The Flood Increases — Deyasta" 
tion — The River Falls — An Explosion — German Fire-Engines and Firemen. 

After New Year, the Main, just above the city, and the 
lakes in the promenades, were frozen over. The ice was 
tried by the police, and having been found of sufficient 
thickness, to the great joy of the schoolboys, permission was 
given to skate. The lakes were soon covered with merry 
skaters, and every afternoon the banks were crowded with 
spectators. It was a lively sight to see two or three hun- 
dred persons darting about, turning and crossing like a flock 
of crows, while, by means of arm-chairs mounted on runners, 
the ladies were enabled to join in the sport, and whirl 
around among them. Some of the broad meadows near the 
city, which were covered with ice, were the resort of the 



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schools. I went there often in my walks., and always found 
two or three schools, with the teachers, all skating together, 
and playing their winter games on the ice. I have often 
seen them on the meadows along the Main, and the teachers 
were generally quite as boisterous as the scholars in theii 
sports. 

In the Art Institute I saw the picture of "Huss before 
the Council of Constance," by the painter Lessing. It con- 
tains upwards of twenty figures. The artist has shown the 
greatest skill in the expression and grouping of these. Bish- 
ops and Cardinals in their splendid robes are seated around 
a table, covered with parchment folios, and before them 
stands IIuss alone. His face is pale and thin with long im- 
prisonment ; he has lain one hand on his breast, while with 
the other he grasps one of the volumes on the table ; there 
is an air of majesty, of heavenly serenity, on his lofty fore- 
head and in his calm eye. One feels instinctively that he 
has truth on his side. There can be no deception, no false- 
hood in those noble features. The three Italian cardinals 
before him appear to be full of passionate rage ; the bishop 
in front, who holds the imperial pass given to Huss, looks 
on with an expression of scorn, and the priests around have 
an air of mingled curiosity and hatred. There is one, how- 
ever, in whose mild features and tearful eye is expressed 
sympathy and pity for the prisoner. It is said this picture 
has had a great effect upon Catholics who have seen it, in 
softening the bigotry with which they regarded the early 
reformers ; and if so, it is a triumphant proof how much 
Art can effect in the cause of truth and humanity. 

The Eschernheim Tower, at the entrance of one of the 



THE ESCHERNHEIM TOWER. 151 

city gates, is universally admired by strangers, on account 
of its picturesque appearance, overgrown with ivy and ter- 
minated by the little pointed turrets, which one sees so 
often in Germany, on buildings three or four centuries old. 
There are five other watch-towers of similar form, which 
stand on different sides of the city, at the distance of a mile 
or two, and generally upon an eminence overlooking the 
country. They were erected several centuries ago, to dis- 
cern from afar the approach of an enemy, and protect the 
caravans of merchants, which at that time travelled from 
city to city, from the attacks of robbers. The Eschern- 
heim Tower is interesting from another circumstance, 
which, whether true or not, is universally believed. When 
Frankfort was under the sway of a prince, a Swiss hunter, 
for some civil offence, was condemned to die. He begged 
his life from the prince, who granted it only on condition that 
lie should fire the figure 9 with his rifle through the vane 
of this tower. He agreed, and did it ; and at the present 
time, one can distinguish a rude 9 on the vane, as if cut 
with bullets, while two or three marks at the side appear to 
be from stray shots. 

The promise of spring, which lately visited us, was norj 
destined for fulfilment. Shortly afterwards it grew cold 
again, with a succession of snows and sharp northerly winds. 
Such weather at the commencement of spring is not uncom- 
mon in America ; but here they say there has not been such 
a winter known for a hundred and fifty years. In the north 
of Prussia many persons have been starved to death on ac- 
count of provisions becoming scarce. Among the Hartz 
also, the suffering is very great. We saw something of the 



152 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

misery even here. It was painful to walk through the 
streets and see so many faces bearing plainly the marks of 
want, so many pale, hollow-eyed creatures, with suffering 
written on every feature. We were assailed wdth petitions 
for help, which could not be relieved, though it pained and 
saddened the heart to deny. The women, too, labor like 
brutes, day after day. Many of them appear cheerful 
and contented, and are, no doubt, tolerably happy, for the 
Germans have all true, warm hearts, and are faithful to one 
another, as far as poverty will permit ; but one cannot see 
old, grey-headed women, carrying loads on their heads as 
heavy as themselves, exposed to all kinds of weather and 
working from morning till night, without pity and indig- 
nation. 

So unusually severe has been the weather, that the deer 
and hares in the mountains near, came nearly starved, and 
quite tamed by hunger, into the villages to hunt food. The 
people fed them every day, and also carried grain into the 
fields for the partridges and pheasants, which flew up to 
them like domestic fowls. The poor ravens made me really 
sad; some lay dead in the fields and many came into the 
city perfectly tame, flying along the Main with wings hardly 
strong enough to bear up their skeleton bodies. The storks 
came at the usual time, but went back again. I hope the 
year's blessing has not departed with them, according to the 
old German superstition. 

I have passed the winter days in an almost unbroken 
routine of study, relieved by a daily stroll through the city 
and suburbs, with an occasional visit to the Opera, the Art 
Institute, the Library and Museum, or a cheerful social even* 



MY WINTER LIFE. 153 

icig in the family of Herr S . Frankfort is now as fami' 

liar to me as my own home, and I have so completely 
adopted the German nature that I have totally lost the con- 
sciousness of being a foreigner. I begin to long for the 
spring, in order to shoulder my knapsack once more, and 
wander off to the thousand marvels of Europe whicli yet 
remain unseen. A letter from home, received not long since, 
brings me a welcome remittance of one hundred dollars, and 
I can now look forward confidently to seeing the whole of 
Germany as well as Switzerland. Of this sum, half was 
advanced by JMr. Patterson, for a further batch of twelve 
letters, and tlie other half by Mr. Graham, for some poems 
which I forwarded to him. The former gentleman has also 
agreed to continue liis engagement for the remainder of my 
stay in Europe. Thank God, all my hazards are now over ! 
The experiment is successful ; and I only need to exercise 
strict economy — perhaps endure a little privation — to accom- 
plish all I have undertaken. 

We have suffered somewhat from the cold this wintei. 
The room is heated by an immense earthenware stove, Avhich 
gives out little warmth until it has devoured much fuel, and 
fuel is very expensive here. Besides, the draught is very 
imperfect, and sometimes our fire will not burn at all. The 
kneclit (man-servant) of Herr S , a moon-faced, blue- 
eyed Suabian, named Matteus, exhausts much of his energy 
upon our stove, and nothing can exceed his grin of triumph 
when, after an hour's labor, he pops his flaming face in at 
the door, points to the huge mass of earthenware, and 
exclaims; 'Da ist's! da isVs T (There it is !) Matteus 
sometimes hears Herr S 's bony old sckimmel in his 



154 VIEWS A-F90T. 

antiqttateci carnage, and drives us four Americans — Mr. Wil- 
lis, his brother-in-law, Mr. Pennet, B— — and myself — around 
the suburbs. Nothing can exceed his gravity and dignity 
on such occasions. There is no other Unecht in Frankfort 
who can drive four Americans through the streets, and Mat* 
teus feels all the responsibility of his position. fVe are also 
great favorites with all the old market-women m our street, 
who call me " the tall American," and Willis " the handsome 

American," while Herr S 's house is known as "iha 

American Colony.'* 



March 36. 

We have hopes of Spring at last. Three days ago tha 
rain began, and has continued with little intermission until 
now. The air is warm, the snow melts, and every thing 
seems to announce that the long winter is breaking up. 
The Main rises fast, and rushes by the city like an arrow, 
whirling large masses of ice upon the banks. The hills 
around are coming out from under the snow, and the lilac- 
buds in the promenades begin to expand for the second time. 

The Fair has now commenced in earnest, and it is a most 
singular and interesting sight. The open squares are filled 
with booths, leaving narrow streets between them, across 
which canvas is spread. Every booth is open, and filled 
with a dazzling display of wares of all kinds. Merchants 
assemble from all parts of Europe. The Bohemians come 
with their gorgeous crystal ware ; the Nurembergers with 
their toys, quaint and fanciful as the old city itself; men 
from the Thiiringian forest, with minerals and canes, and 



PICTURESQUE CROWDS. loS 

traders from Berlin, Vienna, Paris, and Switzerland, with 
dry-goods and wares of all kinds. Near the Exchange are 
two or three companies of Tyrolese, who attract much of my 
attention. Their costume is exceedingly picturesque. The 
men have all splendid manly figures, and honor and bravery 
are written on their countenances. One of the girls is a 
charming mountain maiden, and with her pointed, broad- 
brimmed black hat, as romantic in appearance as one could 
desire. The musicians have arrived, and we are entertained 
the whole day long by wandering bands, some of which play 
very finely. The best, which is also the favorite company, 
is from Saxony, called " The Mountain Boys." They are 
now playing in our street, and while I write, one of the 
beautiful airs of Norma comes up through the din of the 
crowd. In fact, music is heard all over the city, and the 
throngs that fill every street with their variety of faces and 
dresses, somewhat relieve the monotony that was beginning 
to make Frankfort tiresome. 

We have an ever-varied and interesting scene from our 
window. Besides the motley crowd of passers-by, there are 
booths and tables stationed thick below. One man in par- 
ticular is busily engaged in selling his store of blacking in the 
auction style, in a manner that would dojjredit to a real 
Down-easter. He has flaming certifica^ ^^exhibited, and 
prefaces his calls to buy with a high-sounding description of 
ito wonderful qualities. He has a bench in front, where he 
tenis it on the shoes of his customers, or if none of these are 
disposed to try it, on his own, which shine like mirrors. So 
be rattles on with amazing fluency in French, German, and 
!'. <i!i::i. and this, with Lis black beard and moustache, and 



156 VIEWS A-Foor. 

his polite, graceful manner, keeps a crowd of customers 
around him, so that the wonderful blacking goes off as fast 
as he can supply it. 



April 6. 

Old Winter's gates are shut close behind us, and the sun 
looks down with his summer countenance. The air, after 
the long cold rain, is like that of Paradise. All things are 
gay and bright, and every body is in motion. Spring com- 
menced with yesterday in earnest, and lo ! before night the 
roads were dry and fine as if there had been no rain for a 
month ; and the gardeners dug and planted in ground which, 
eight days before, was covered with snow ! 

After having lived through the longest winter here, for 
one hundred and fifty years, we were destined to witness the 
greatest flood for sixty, and little lower than any within the 
last three hundred years. On the 28th of March, the river 
overflooded the high pier along the Main, and rising hightyr 
and higher, began to come into the gates and alleys. Before 
night the whole bank was covered, and the water intruded 
into some of the booths in the Romerberg. When I went 
there the next morning, it was a sorrowful sight. Persons 
were inside the gate with boats ; so rapidly had it risen, 
that many of the merchants had no time to move their wares, 
^,nd must sufi'er great damage. They were at work rescuing 
what property could be seized in haste, and constructing 
passages into the houses which were surrounded. No one 
seemed to think of buying or selling, but only on the best 
method of escaping the danger. Along the Main it was still 



THE CITY INUNDATED. 157 

worse. From the water-gauge, it had risen seventeen feet 
above its usual level, and the arches of the bridge were filled 
nearly to the top. At the Upper-Main gate, every thing 
was flooded — houses, gardens, workshops, &c. ; the water 
had even overrun the meadows above and attacked the city 
from behind, so that a part of the beautiful promenades lay 
deep under water. On tiie other side, we could see houses 
standing in it up to the roof. It came up through the sewers 
into the middle of Frankfort ; a large body of men were 
kept at work constructing slight bridges to walk on, and 
transporting boats to places where they were needed. This 
was all done at the expense of the city, and the greatest 
readiness was everywhere manifested to render all possible 
assistance. In the Fischergasse, I saw them taking |>ro vi- 
sions to the people in boats ; one man even fastened a loaf 
of bread to the end of a broomstick and reached it across the 
narrow street from an upper story window, to the neighbor 
opposite. News came that Hansen, a village towards the 
Taunus, about two miles distant, was quite under water, and 
that the people clung to the roofs and cried for help ; but it 
was fortunately false. About noon, cannon shots were 
heard, and twenty boats were sent out from the city. 

In the afternoon I ascended the tower of the Cathedral, 
which commands a wide view of the valley, up and down. 
Just above the city the plain resembled a small lake — be- 
tween two and three miles wide. A row of new-built houses 
stretched into it like a long promontory, and in the middle, 
Ike an island, stood a country-seat with large out-buildings 
The river sent a long arm out below, that reached up through 

the meadows behind the city, as if to clasp it all and bear it 
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158 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

away together. A heavy storm was raging along the whole 
extent of the Taunus ; but a rainbow stood in tlie eastern 
sky. I thought of its promise, and hoped, for the sake of 
the hundreds of poor people who were suffering by the 
waters, that it might herald their fall. 

. We afterwards went over to Sachsenhausen, which was, if 
possible, in a still more unfortunate condition. The water 
had penetrated the passages and sewers, and from these 
.leaped and rushed up into the streets, as out of a fountain. 
The houses next to the Main, which were first filled, poured 
torrents out of the doors and windows into the street 
below. These people were nearly all poor, and could ill 
afford the loss of time and damage of property. The stream 
was filled with wood and boards, and even whole roofs, with 
the tiles on, went floating down. The bridge was crowded 
with people ; one saw everywhere mournful countenances, 
and heard lamentations over the catastrophe. After sunset, 
a great cloud, filling half the sky, hung above ; the reflec- 
tion of its glowing crimson tint, joined to the brown hue of 
the water, made the river seem like a current of fire. 

What a difference a little sunshine makes ! I could have 
forgotten the season the next day, but for the bare trees and 
swelling Main, as I threaded my way through the hundreds 
of people who thronged its banks. It was that soft warmth 
that comes with the first spring days, relaxing the body and 
casting a dreamy hue over the mind. I leaned over the 
bridge in the full enjoyment of it, and listening to the roar- 
ing of the water under the arches, forgot every thing else for 
a time. It was amusing to walk up and down the pier and 
look at the countenances passing by, while the fancy was 



TACE8 IN THE STREET. 159 

ever ready, weaving a tale for each. My favorite Tyrolese 
were there, and I saw a Greek leaning over the stone balus- 
trade, wearing the red cap and white frock, and with the 
long dark hair and fiery eye of the Orient. I could not but 
wonder, as he looked at the dim hills of the Odenwald, 
along the eastern horizon, whether they called up in his 
mind the purple isles of his native Archipelago. 

The general character of a nation is plainly stamped on 
the countenances of its people. One who notices the faces 
in the streets, can soon distinguish, by the glance he gives 
in passing, the Englishman or the Frenchman from the 
German, and thie Christian from the Jew. Not less striking 
is the difference of expression between the Germans them- 
selves ; and in places where all classes of people are drawn 
together, it is interesting to observe how accurately these 
distinctions are drawn. The boys have generally handsome- 
intelligent faces, and like all boys, they are full of life and 
spirit, for they know nothing of the laws by which their 
country is chained down, and would not care for them, if 
they did. But with the exception of the students, who talk^ 
at least, of Liberty and Right, the young men lose this spirit, 
and at last settle down into the calm, cautious, apathetic citi^ 
zen. One distinguishes an Englishman or an American, also, 
in this respect, very easily ; the former, moreover, by a cer- 
tain cold stateliness and reserve. There is something, how" 
ever, about a Jew, whether English or German, which dis* 
tinguishes him from all others. However different their 
faces, there is a family character which runs through the 
whole of them. It lies principally in their high cheek- 
bones, prominent nose, and thin, compressed lips ; which, e?« 



160 VIEWS A-FOOT, 

pecially in elderly men, gives a peculiar miserly expression 
that is unmistakable • 

I regret to say, one looks almost in vain, in Germany, fot 
a handsome female countenance. Here and there, perhaps, 
is a woman with regular features, but that intellectual ex- 
pression, which gives such a charm to the most common face, 
is wanting. I have seen more beautiful women in one night, 
in a public assembly in America, than during the seven 
months I have been on the Continent. Some of the young 
Jewesses, in Frankfort, are considered handsome, but their 
features soon become too strongly marked. In a public 
walk the number of positively ugly faces is really asto 
nishing. 

About ten o'clock that night, I heard a noise of persons 
running in the street, and going to the Romerberg, found the 
water had risen, all at once, much higher, and was still rapid- 
ly increasing. People were setting up torches and length- 
ening the rafts, which had been already formed. The lower 
part of the city was a real Venice — the streets were full of 
boats, and people could even row about in their own houses ; 
though it was not quite so bad as the flood in Georgia, where 
they went wp stairs to bed in boats ! Persons were calling 
in all directions — " The water ! the water ! it rises continu- 
ally !" The river rushed through the arches of the bridge, 
foaming and dashing with a noise like thunder, and the red 
light of the torches along the shore cast a flickering glare on 
the troubled waves. It was then twenty-one feet above its 
usual level. Men were busy all around, carrying boats and 
ladders to the places most threatened, or emptying cellars 
into which it was penetrating. The sudden swelling waa 



AN EXPLOSION. 161 

occasioned by the coming down of the floods from the moun- 
tains of Spessart. 

Part of the upper quay cracked next morning and 
threatened to fall in, and one of the projecting piers of the 
bridge sank away three or four inches from the main body. 
In Sachsenhausen the desolation occasioned by the flood is 
absolutely frightful ; several houses l\ave fallen into total 
ruin. All business was stopped for the day ; the Exchange 
was even shut up. As the city depends almost entirely on 
pumps for its supply of water, and these were filled with the 
flood, we have been drinking the muddy current of the Main 
ever since. The damage to goods is very great. The fair 
was stopped at once, and the loss in this respect alone, must 
be several millions of florins. The water began to fall on 
the 1st, and has now sunk about ten feet, so that most of 
the houses are again released, though in a bad condition. 

Yesterday afternoon, as I was sitting in my room, writing, 
I heard all at once an explosion like a cannon in the street, 
followed by loud and continued screams. Looking out of 
the window, I saw the people rushing by with goods in 
their arms, some wringing their hands and crying, others 
running in all directions. Imagining that it was nothing 
less than the tumbling down of one of the old houses, we 
ran down and saw a shop a few doors off, wrapped in flames. 
The windows were bursting out, and the mingled mass of 
smoke and red flame reached half way across the street 
We learned afterwards that it was occasioned by the explo- 
sion of ajar of naphtha, which instantly enveloped the whole 
room in fire, the people barely escaping in time. The per- 
sons who had booths near were standing still in despair 



162 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

while the flames were beginriing to touch their property. A 
few butchers who first came up, did almost everything. A 
fire-engine arrived soon, but it was ten minutes before it 
began to play, and by that time the flames were coming out 
of the upper stories. Then the supply of water soon failed, 
and though another engine came up shortly after, it was 
some time before it could be put in order, so that by the time 
they got fairly to work, the fire had made its way nearly 
through the house. The water was first brought in barrels 
drawn by horses, until some officer came and opened the 
fire-plug. The police were busy at work seizing those who 
came by and setting them to work ; and as the alarm had 
drawn a great many together, they at last began to effect 
something. All the military are obliged to turn out, and the 
officers appeared eager to use their authority while they 
could, for every one was ordering and commanding, till it 
became a scene of perfect confusion and uproar. I could not 
help laughing heartily, so ludicrous was the spectacle. 
There were little miserable engines, not much bigger than a 
hand-cart, and looking as if they had not been used for half 
a century, the horses running backwards and forwards, 
dragging barrels which were emptied into tubs, after which 
the water was finally dipped up in buckets, and emptied 
into the engines ! These machines can only play into the 
second or third story, after which the hose was taken up 
into the houses on the opposite side of the street, and made 
to play across. After four hours the fire was overcome, the 
house being thoroughly burnt out ; it happened to have 
double fire-walls, which prevented the adjoining buildings 
from catching easily. 



CHAPTER XVI. 

THE SPEAKING DEAF MENDELSSOHN, 

The Beauty of Spring — The Frankfort Cemetery — Precautions against Burying 
Alive — Monument by Thorwaldsen — ^The Speaking Deaf— Manner of Healing tiiem 
— Story of a Boy — The Hall of the Emperors — Mendelssohn, the Composer — Seeing 
him in a Crowd — Interview with him — His Personal Appearance and Conversation. 

Frankfort, April 20, 1845. 
It is now a luxury to breathe. These spring days are the 
perfection of delightful weather. Imagine the delicious 
temperature of our Indian summer joined to the life and 
freshness of spring, add to this a sky of the purest azure, 
and a breeze filled with the odor of violets, — the most 
exquisite of all perfumes, — and you will have some idea of 
if. The meadows are beginning to bloom, and I have 
already heard the larks singing high up in the sky. Those 
sacred birds, the storks, have returned and taken possession 
of their old nests on the chimney-tops. They are some- 
times seen walking about in the fields, with a very grave 
and serious air, as if conscious of the estimation in which 
they are held. Everybody is out in the open air; the 
woods, although they still look wintry, are filled with 



164 VIEWS A -FOOT. 

people, and the boatmen on the Main are busy ferrying gay 
parties across. The spring- has been so hnig in coming, 
that all are determined to enjoy it well while it lasts. 

We visited the Cemetery a few days ago. The dead- 
house, where corpses are placed in the hope of resuscita- 
tion, is an appendage to cemeteries found only in Germany. 
We were shown into a narrow chamber, on each side of 
which were six cells, into which one could distinctly see, by 
means of a large plate of glass. In each of these is a bier 
for the body, directly above which hangs a cord, having on 
the end ten thimbles, which are put upon the fingers of the 
corpse, so that the slightest motion strikes a bell in the 
watchman's room. Lamps are lighted at night, and in 
winter the rooms are warmed. In the watchman's chamber 
stands a clock with a dial of twenty -four hours, and oppo- 
site every hour is a little plate, which can only be moved 
two minutes before it strikes. If then the watchman has 
slept or neglected his duty at that time, he cannot move it 
afterwards, and his neglect is seen by the superintendent. 
In such case, he is severely fined, and for the second or 
third offence, dismissed. There are other rooms adjoining, 
containing beds, baths, galvanic battery, &:c. Nevertheless, 
they say there has been no resuscitation during the fifteen 
years since the Cemetery has been opened. 

We afterwards went to the end of the Cemetery to see 
the bas-reliefs of Thorwaldsen, in the vault of the Bethmann 
family. They are three in number, representing the death 
of a son of the present banker, Moritz von Bethmann, who 
was drowned in the Arno about fourteen years ago. The 
middle one represents the young man drooping in his chair, 



TTir': fiPEAKINO DEAF. 165 

the beautiful Greek Angol of Death standing at his back, 
with one arm over his shouhler, vvhilc his younger brother 
is sustaining him, and receiving the wreath that drops from 
his sinking hand. The young woman who showed us these 
told us of 'J'horwaldscn's visit to Frankfort, about three 
years ago. She described him as a beautiful and venerable 
old rriun, with long white locks hanging over his shoulder, 
and still vigorous and active for his years. There seems to 
have been much resemblance between him and Dannccker — 
not only in personal appearance and character, but in the 
simple and classical beauty of their works. 

On our return to the city we visited the Institute for the 
Deaf; for by the new method of teaching they are no longer 
dumb. It is a handsome building in the gardens skirting the 
city. We applied, and on learning we were strangers, they 
gave us permission to enter. The instructress took us into 
a room where about fifteen small children were assembled, 
and addressing one of the girls, said in a distinct tone : 
•* These gentlemen are from America ; the deaf children 
there speak with their fingers — canst thou speak so ?" To 
which the child answered distinctly, but with some effort : 
•• No, we speak with our mouths." She then spoke to seve- 
ral others with the same success ; one of the boys, in parti- 
cular, articulated with astonishing fluency. It was interest- 
ing to watch their countenances, which were alive with 
eager attention, and to see the apparent efforts they made 
to utter the words. They spoke in a monotonous tone, 
slowly and deliberately, but their voices had a strange, 
sepulchral sound, which was at first unpleasant to tl:o oar. 
I put one or two questions t > a little boy, v»hich he answered 



lo6 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

quite readily ; as I was a foreigner, this was the best test 
that could be given of the success of the method. "VVe con- 
versed afterwards with the director, who received us kindly, 
and appointed a day for us to come and seethe system more 
fully. He spoke of Dr. Howe and Horace Mann, of Bos- 
ton, and seemed to take a great interest in the introduction 
of this system into America. 

We went again at the appointed time, and as their draw- 
ing teacher was there, we had an opportunity of looking 
over their sketches, which were excellent. The director 
showed us the manner of teaching them, by means of a look- 
ing-glass, in which they were shown the different positions 
of the organs of the mouth, and afterwards made to feel the 
vibrations of the throat and breast, produced by the sound. 
He took one of the youngest scholars, covered her eyes, and 
plac'ng her hand vipon his throat, articulated the second sound 
of A. She followed him, making the sound softer or louder 
as he did. All the consonants were recogniz'-^d and repeated 
distinctly, by placing her hand before his mc ath. Their ex- 
ercises in reading, speaking with one anotlier, and writing 
from dictation, succeeded perfectly. He treated them as if 
, they were his own children, and sought by jesting and play- 
ing, to make the exercise appear like sport. They call him 
father, and appear to be much attached to him- 

One of the pupils, about fourteen years old, interested me 
through his history. He and his sister were found in Sach- 
senhausen, by a Frankfort merchant, in a horrible condition. 
Their mother had died about two years and a half before, 
and during all tliat time their father had neglected them, 
until they were near dead through privation and filth. The 



THE HALL OF THE EMPERORS. 167 

boy was placed in this Institute, and the girl in that of the 
Orphans. He soon began to show a talent for modelling 
figures, and for some time he has been studying under the 
sculptor Launitz. I saw a beautiful copy of a bas-relief of 
Thorwaldsen which he made, as well as an original, very 
interesting, from its illustration of his own history. It was 
in two parts ; the first represented himself and his sister, 
kneeling in misery before a ruined tamily altar, by which an 
angel w^as standing, who took him by one hand, and pointed 
to his benefactor, standing near. The other represented the 
two kneeling in gratitude before a restored altar, on which 
was the anchor of Hope. From above streamed down a 
light, where two angels were rejoicing over their happiness. 
For a boy of fourteen, deprived of one of the most valu- 
able senses, and taken from such a horrible condition of 
life, it is a surprising work, and gives brilliant hopes for his 
future. 

We went lately into the Romerberg, to see the Kaisersaal 
and the other rooms formerly used by the old Emperors of 
Germany, and their Senates. The former is now in the 
process of restoration. The ceiling is in the gorgeous illu- 
minated style of the middle ages ; along each side are rows 
of niches for tli»e portraits of the Emperors, which have been 
painted by the best artists in Berlin, Dresden, Vienna and 
Munich. It is remarkable that the number of the original 
niches in the old hall should exactly correspond with the 
number of the German Emperors, so that the portrait of the 
Emperor Francis of Austria, who was the last, will close the 
long rank coming down from Charlemagne. The pictures, 
or at least such of them as are already finished, are kept in 



168 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

another room ; they give one a good idea of the changing 
styles of royal costumes, from the steel shirt and. helmet to 
the jewelled diadem and velvet robe. I looked with interest 
on a painting of Frederic Barbarossa, by Lessing, and mused 
over the popular tradition that he sits with his paladins in a 
mountain cave under the Castle of KyffhILuser, ready to 
come forth and assist his Fatherland in the hour of need. 
There was the sturdy form of Maximilian ; the martial Con- 
rad ; and Ottos, Siegfrieds and Sigismuuds in plenty — many 
of whom moved a nation in their day, but are now dust and 
almost forgotten. 

Mendelssohn, one of the greatest living composers, has 
been spending the winter here, and I have been fortunate 
enough to see him twice. One sunny day, three weeks ago» 
when all the population of Frankfort turned out upon the 
budding promenades and the broad quays along the Main, 
to enjoy the first spring weather, I went on my usual after- 
noon stroll, with my friend Willis, whose glowing talk con- 
cerning his art is quite as refreshing to me after the day's 
study in the gloomy Markt-platz, as are the blue hills of 
Spessart, which we see from the bridge over the river. As 
we w^ere threading the crowd of boatmen, Tyrolese, Sua- 
bians, and Bohemians, on the quay, my eye was caught by 
a man who came towards us, and whose face and air were in 
such striking contrast to those about him, that my whole 
attention was at once fixed upon him. He w^as simply and 
rather negligently dressed in dark cloth, with a cravat tied 
loosely about his neck. His beard had evidently not been 
touched for two or three days, and his black hair was long 
and frowzed by the wind. His eyes, which were large: 



A GLIMI'SE OF MK>.Di:LssOHN.> 169 

dark, and kindling, were directed forward and lifted in the 
abstraction of some absorbing thought, and as he passed, I 
heard him singing to himself in a voice deep but not loud, 
and yet with a far diflPerent tone from that of one who hums 
a careless air as he walks. But a few notes caught my ear, 
yet I remember their sound, elevated and with that scarcely 
perceptible vibration which betrays a feeling below the 
soul's surface, as distinctly now as at the time. Willis 
grasped my arm quickly, and said in a low voice, '* Mendels- 
sohn ! " . I turned hastily, and looked after him as he went 
down the quay, apparently but half conscious of the stirring 
scenes around him. I could easily imagine how the balmy, 
indolent sensation in the air, so like a soothing and tran- 
quillizing strain of music, should have led him into the serene 
and majestic realm of his own creations. 

It was something to have seen a man of genius thus 
alone and in communion with his inspired thoughts, and I 
could not repress a feeling of pleasure at the idea of having 
unconsciously acknowledged his character before I knew 
his name. After this passing glimpse, this flash of him, 
however, came the natural desire to see his features in 
repose, and obtain some impression of his personality. An 
opportunity soon occurred. The performance of his " Wal- 
purgisnacht," by the Csecilien-Verein, a day or two there- 
after, increased the • enthusiasm I had before felt for his 
works, and full of the recollection of its sublime Druid 
choruses, I wrote a few lines to him, expressive of the 
delight they had given me, and of my wish to possess his 
name in autograph, that I might take to America some 
token connected with their remembrance. The next day I 

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170 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

received a very kind note in reply, enclosing a manuscript 
score of a chorus from the " Walpurgisnacht." 

Summoning up my courage the next morning, I decided 
on calling upon him in person, feeling certain that he would 
understand the motive which prompted me to take such a 
liberty. I had no difficulty in finding his residence in the 
Bockenheimer Gasse, in the western part of the city. The 
servant ushered me into a handsomely furnished room, with 
a carpet, an unusual thing in Glerman houses ; a grand piano 
occupied one side of the apartment. These struck my eye 
on entering, but my observation was cut short by the 
appearance of Mendelssohn. A few words of introduction 
served to remove any embarrassment I might have felt on 
account of my unceremxonious call, tnd I was soon put 
entirely at ease by his frank and friendly manner. As he 
sat opposite to me, beside a small table, covered with 
articles of rertu, I was much struck with the high intel- 
lectual beauty of his countenance. His forehead is white, 
unwrinkled, and expanding above, in the region of the ideal 
faculties. His eyes are large, very dark, and lambent with 
a light that seemed to come through them— like the phos- 
phorescent gleam on the ocean at midnight. I have ob- 
served this peculiar character of the eye only in men of the 
highest genius. None of the engravings of Mendelssohn 
which have yet been made give any idea of the kindling 
effect which is thus given to his face. His nose is slightly 
prominent, and the traces of his Jewish blood are seen in 
this, as well as the thin but delicate curve of the upper lip, 
and the high cheek-bones. Yet it is the Jewish face softened 
and spiritualized, retaining none of its coarser characteristics. 



MENDELSSOHN. l7l 

The faces of Jewisli youth are of a rare and remarkable 
beauty, but this is scarcely ever retained beyond the fust 
period of manhood. In Mendelssohn, the perpetual youth 
of spirit, which is the gift of genius alone, seems to have 
kept his features moulded to its expression, while the 
approach of maturer years but heightens and strengthens 
its character. 

He spoke of German music, and told me I should hear it best 
performed in Vienna and Berlin. Some remarks on America 
led him to speak of the proposed Musical Festival in New 
York. He lias received a letter inviting him to assist in it, 
and said he would gladly attend it, but his duty to his family 
will not permit of his leaving. He appeared to be much 
gratified by the invitation, not only for the personal appre- 
ciation which it implied, but as a cheering sign of progress 
in the musical art. ]\Ir. Willis, who met with Mendelssohn 
last summer, at the baths of Kronthal, said that he expressed 
much curiosity respecting our native negro melodies — which, 
after all, form the only peculiarly national music we possess 
— and that he considers some of them exceedingly beautiful 
and original. 

I did not feel at liberty to intrude long upon the morning 
hours of a composer, and took my leave after a short inter- 
view, Mendelssohn, at parting, expressed his warm interest 
in our country's progress, especially in the refined arts, and 
gave me a kind invitation to call upon him in whatever Ger- 
man city I should find him. 



CHAPTER XVII. 

JOURNEY ON FOOT FROM FRANKFORT TO CASSELi 

Leaving Frankfort— Plan of our German Tour— The Country in Spring— A " Fighting" 
Journeyman— G lessen — The Yal'.ey of the Lahn — rout-trayeUing iu Hesse Casscl — 
A Tillage Inn — A Tattling Boy — Mountain Scenery — Meeting with Students — The 
City of Cassel— Carl, the Student- Walk to the AYilhelmshuhe— The Giant's Castle — 
Cascades and Fountains. 

The day for leaving Frankfort came at last, and I bade adien 
to the gloomy, antique, but still quaint and pleasant city. I 
felt like leaving a second home, so much had the memories 
of many delightful hours spent there attached me to it : I shall 
long retain the recollection of its dark old streets, its massive 
devil-haunted bridge and the ponderous cathedral, telling of 
the times of the Crusaders. I toiled up the long hill on the 
road to Friedberg, and from the tower at the top took a last 
look at the distant city, with a heart heavier than the knap- 
sack whose unaccustomed weight rested imeasily on my 
shoulders. Being alone — starting out into the wide world, 
where as yet I knew no one, — I felt much more deeply 
what it was to find friends in a strange land. But parting 
is the wanderer's lot. 



PLAN OF OUR GERMAN TOUR. l73 

We had determined on making the complete tour of Ger- 
many on foot, and in order to vary it somewhat, my friend 
and I proposed taking different routes from Frankfort to 
Leipsic. He chose a circuitous course, by way of Nurem- 
berg and the Thiiringian forests ; while I, whose fancy had 
been running wild with Goethe's witches, preferred looking 
on the gloom and grandeur of the rugged Plartz. We both 
left Frankfort on the 23d of April, each bearing a letter of 
introduction to the same person in Leipsic, where we agreed 
to meet in fourteen days. As wc were obliged to travel as 
cheaply as possible, I started with but seventy-nine florins 
(a florin is forty cents American), well knowing that if I took 
more, I should, in all probability, spend proportionably more 
also. Thus, armed with my passport, properly vised, a knap- 
sack weighing fifteen pounds and a cane from the Kentucky 
Mammoth Cave, I began my lonely walk through Northern 
Germany. 

The warm weather of the week previous had brought out 
the foliage of the willows and other early trees, and the 
violets and cowslips were springing up in the meadows. Keep- 
ing along the foot of the Taunus, I passed over great, broad 
hills, which were brown with the spring ploughing, and by 
sunset reached Friedberg — a large city, on the summit of a 
hill. The next morning, after sketching its old, baronial 
castle, I crossed the meadows to Nauheim, to see the salt 
springs there. They are fifteen in number ; the water, which 
is very warm, rushes up with such force as to leap several 
feet above the earth. The buildings made for evaporation 
are nearly two miles in length ; and a walk along the top 
gives a delightful view of the surrounding valleys, ^fter 



i74 VIEWS A-FOOT, 

reaching tlie chaussie again, I was hailed by a wandering 
journeyman or handwerker, as they are called, who wanted 
company. As I had concluded to accept all offers of this 
kind, we trudged along together very pleasantly. He was 
from Holstein, on the borders of Denmark, and was just return- 
ing home, after an absence of six years, having escaped from 
^^ Switzerland after the late battle of Luzerne, which he had 
witnessed. He had his knapsack and tools fastened on 
wheels, which he drew after him quite conveniently. I could 
not help laughing at the adroit manner in which he begged 
h'.s way along, through every village. He would ask me to 
go on and wait for him at the further end, where he would 
join me after a short delay, with a handful of small copper 
money, which he said he \2A fought for ,- — the handwerker's 
term for begged. 

We passed over long ranges of hills, with an occasional 
view of the Vogelsgebirge, or Bird's Mountains, far to the 
east. I knew at length, by the pointed summits of the hills, 
that we were approaching Giessen and the valley of the 
Lahn. Finally, two sharp peaks appeared in the distance, 
each crowned with a picturesque fortress, and the spires of 
Giessen rose from the valley below. Parting from my 
" fighting" companion, I passed through the city without 
stopping, for it was the time of the university vacation, and 
Dr. Liebig, the world-renowned chemist, whom I desired to 
see, was absent. 

Crossing a hill or two, I came down into the valley of the 
Lahn. which flows through meadows of the brightest green, 
with red-roofed cottages nestled among gardens and orchards 
upon its banks. The women here wear a remarkable cos- 



THE VALLEY OF THE LAHN. 1^5 

tume, consisting of a red boddice with white sleeves, and a 
dozen skirts, one above another, reaching only to the knees. 
I slept at a little village among the hills, and started early 
for Marburg. The meadows were of the purest emerald, 
through which the stream wound its way, with even borders, 
covered to the water's edge with grass so smooth and 
velvety, that a fairy might have danced along on it for miles 
without stumbling over an uneven tuft. This valley is one 
of the most charming districts in Germany. I thought, as I 
saw the peaceful inhabitants at work in their fields, that 1 
had most probably, on the battle-field of Brandy wine, 
walked over the bones of some of their ancestors, whom a 
despotic prince had torn from their happy homes, to die in 
a distant land, fighting against the cause of freedom. 

I now entered directly into the heart of Hesse Cassel. 
The country resembled a collection of hills thrown together 
in confusion — sometimes a wide plain left between them, 
sometimes a cluster of wooded peaks, and here and there a 
single pointed summit rising high above the rest. The valleys 
were green as ever, the hill-sides freshly ploughed, and the 
forests beginning to be colored by the tender foliage of the 
larch and birch. My custom was to walk two or three 
hours at a stretch, and then, when X could find a dry, shady 
bank, I would rest for half an hour and finish some hastily- 
sketched landscape, or lie at full length, with my head on 
my knapsack, and peruse the countenances of those passing 
by. The observation which every traveller excites, soon 
ceases to be embarrassing. It was at first extremely 
unpleasant; but I am now so hardened, that the 
strange, magnetic influence of the human eye, which we 



1*76 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

cannot avoid feeling, fails to penetrate my acquired indif- 
ference. ^ 

During tlie day several showers came by, but as none of 
tliem struck quite to the skin, I kept on, and reached about 
sunset a little village in the valley. I chose a small inn, 
which had an air of neatness about it, and on going in, the 
tidy landlady's " be you welcome," as she brought a pair of 
slippers for my swollen feet, made me feel quite at home. 
After being furnished with eggs, milk, butter, and bread, for 
suj per, which I ate while listening to an animated discussion 
between the village schoolmaster and some farmers, I was 
ushered into a clean, sanded bedroom, and soon forgot all 
fatigue. For this, with breakfast in the morning, the bill 
was six and a half groschen — about sixteen cents ! The air 
was freshened by the rain, and I journeyed over the hills at 
a rapid rate. Stopping for dinner at the large village of 
Walern, a boy at the inn asked me if I was going to Ameri- 
ca ? I said no, I came from there. He then addressed to 
me many silly questions, after which he ran out and told the 
people of the village. When I set out again, the children 
pointed at me and cried : " see there ! he is from America !" 
and the men took ofP their hats and bowed ! 

The sky was stormy, which added to the gloom of the 
hills around, although some of the distant ranges lay in 
mingled light and shade — the softest alternation of purple 
and brown. There were many isolated, rocky hills, two of 
which interested me, through their attendant legends. One 
is said to have been the scene of a battle between the 
Romans and Germans, where, after a long conflict, the 
rock opened and swallowed up the former. The other, 



MEETING WITH STUDENTS. 177 

which is crowned with a rocky wall, so like a ruined fortress, 
as at a distance to be universally mistaken for one, tradition 
says is the death-place of Charlemagne, who still walks 
around its summit every night, clad in complete armor. On 
ascending a hill late in the afternoon, I saw at a great dis- 
tance the statue of Hercules, which stands on the Wilhelms- 
hohe, near Casscl. Night set in with a dreary rain, and I 
stopped at an inn about five miles short of the city. While 
tea was preparing, a company of students came in and asked 
for a separate room. Seeing I was alone, they invited me 
to join them. They seemed much interested in America, 
and leaving the table gradually, formed a ring around me, 
where I had enough to do to talk with them all at once. 
When the omnibus came along, the most of them went with 
it to Cassel ; but five remained and persuaded me to set out 
with them on foot. They insisted on carrying my knapsack 
the whole way, through the rain and darkness, and when I 
had passed the city gate with them, unchallenged, conducted 
me to the comfortable hotel, " Zur Kronen 

It is a pleasant thing to wake up in the morning in a 
strange city. Every thing is new ; you A^ a'k around it for 
the first time in the full enjoyment of the novelty, or the 
not less agreeable feeling of surprise, if it is different from 
your anticipations. Two of my friends of the previoud 
night called for me in the morning, to pilot me around the 
city, and the first impression, made in such agreeable com- 
pany, prepossessed me very favorably. I shall not, how- 
ever, take up time in describing its many sights, particularly 
the Frederick's Platz, where the statue of Frederick the 
Second, who sold ten tliousand of his subjects to England. 



178 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

has been re-erected, after having lain for years in a stable 
where it was thrown by the French. • 

I was much interested in young Carl K , one of my 

new acquaintances. His generous and unceasing kindness 
iirst won my esteem, and I found, on nearer acquaintance, 
the qualities of his mind equal those of his heart. lie read 
to me many beautiful poems of his which M'ere of remark- 
able merit, considering his youth, and I thought I could read 
in his dark, dreamy eye, the unconscious presentiment of a 
power he does not yet possess. He seemed as one I had 
known for years. 

He, with a brother student, accompanied me in the after- 
noon to Wilhehnshohe, the summer residence of the Prince, 
on the side of a range of mountains three miles west of the 
city. The road leads in a direct line to the summit of the 
mountain, which is thirteen hundred feej^ in height, surmount- 
ed by a' great structure, called the Giatit's Castle, on the 
summit of which is a pyramid ninety-six feet high, support- 
ing a statue of Hercules, copied after the Farnese, and 
thirty-one feet in height. By* gradual ^cent through 
beautiful woods, we reached the princely residence, a mag- 
nificent mansion standing on a natural terrace of the moun- 
tain. Near it is a little theatre built by Jerome Buonaparte, 
in which he used to perform occasionally. We looked into 
the green-house in passIngHwhere the floral splendor of every 
zone was combined. There were lofty halls, with glats 
roofs, where the orange grew to a great tree, and one could 
sit in myrtle bowers, with the brilliant bloom of the tropics 
around him. It was the only thing there I was guilty of 
coveting. 



CASCADES AT WILHELM8H0HE. 179 

The greatest curiosity is tlic water-works, wliich are 
perhaps unequalled in the world. The Giant's Castle on 
the summit contains an immense tank in which water is 
kept for the purpose, but unfortunately, at tlic time I was 
there, the pipes, which had been frozen through the winter, 
were not in condition to play. From the summit an inclined 
plane of masonry descends the mountain nine hundred feet, 
broken every one hundred and fifty feet by perpendicular 
descents. These are the Cascades, down which the water 
first rushes from the tank. After being again collected in a 
great basin at the bottom, it passes into an aqueduct, built 
like a Roman ruin, and goes over beautiful arches through 
the forest, where it falls in one sheet down a deep precipice. 
When it has descended several other beautiful falls, made 
in exact imitation of nature, it is finally collected and forms 
the great fountain, which rises twelve inches in diameter 
from the middle of ,a lake to the height of one hundred and 
ninety feet ! We descended by lovely walks through the 
forest to the Lowenburg,. built as the ruin of a knightly 
castle, and fitted out in every respect to correspond with the 
descriptions of a fortress in the olden time, with moat, draw- 
bridge, chapel and a garden of clipped trees. Further below, 
there are a few small houses, inhabited by the descendants 
of the Hessians who fell in America, supported here at the 
Prince's expense I . 



CHAPTER XVIII. 

ADVENTURES AMONG THE H A R T Jt . 

Parting from Carl — The Town of Miinden — Illness — Gottingen, and a Physician-* 
Approach to the Hartz — Osterode — Entering the Mountains — Wild Scenery — ^A 
Stormy Night — Climbing the Brocken — A Snow Storm — Perilous Travelling — The 
Brocken House — The Spectre — Peeps through the Clouds — Descent of the Brocken 
— Valleys of the Hartz — ^The Eosstrappe — The Landlady's Legend — "Walk to Hal- 
berstadt — ^A Suspicious Inn — The Sleeping Chamber — Anticipation of Murder-^ 
Kelief. 

On taking leave of Carl at tlie gate over the Gottingen road, 
I felt tempted to bestow a malediction upon travelling, from 
its merciless breaking of all links, as soon as formed. It 
was painful to think we should meet no more. The tears 
started into his eyes, and feeling a mist gathering over 
mine, I gave his hand a parting pressure^ turned my back 
upon Cassel, and started up the long mountain, at a despe- 
rate rate. On the summit I passed out of Hesse into Hano- 
ver, and began to descend the remaining six miles. The 
road went down by many windings, but I shortened the 
way considerably by a foot-path through a mossy old 
forest. The hills bordering the Weser are covered with 
wood, through which I saw the little red-roofed city of 



GOTTINGEN AND A PHYSICIAN. 181 

Mimden, at tlie bottom. I stopped there for the night, and 
noxt mornhig walked around the place. It is one of the old 
German cities that have not yet felt the effect of the 
changing spirit of the age. It is still walled, though the 
towers are falling to ruin. The streets are narrow, crooked, 
and full of ugly old houses, and while standing in the little 
square before the public buildings, one would think himself 
born in the sixteenth century, Just below the city, iho 
Werra and Fulda unite and form the Weser. The triangu- 
lar point has been made into a public walk, and the little 
steamboat was lying at anchor near, waiting to start for 
Bremen. 

In the afternoon I got into the omnibus for Gottingen. 
The ride over the wild, dreary, monotonous hills was not at 
all interesting. There were two other passengers inside, 
one of whom, a grave, elderly man, took a great interest in 
America, but the conversation was principally on his side ;. 
for I had been taken with a fever in Miinden. I lay 
crouched up in the corner of the vehicle, trying to keep off 
the chills which constantly came over me, and wishing only 
for Gottingen, that I might obtain medicine and a bed. We 
reached the city at last, and I got out with my knapsack 
and walked wearily through half a dozen streets until I saw 
an inn. But on entering, I found it so dark and dirty and 
unfriendly, that I immediately went out again and hired the 
first pleasant looking boy I met, to take me to a good hotel. 
He conducted me to the best in the city. I felt a trepida- 
tion of pocket, but my throbbing head pleaded more power- 
fully, so I ordered a comfortable room and a physician. The 
host, Ilcrr Wilhelm, sent for Professor Trefurt, of the Uni 



182 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

versity, who told me I had over-exerted myself in walking. 
He made a second call the next day, when, as he was 
retiring, I inquired the amount of his fee. He begged to be 
excused, and politely bowed himself out. I asked tlie 
meaning of this of Herr Wilhelm, who said it was customary 
for travellers to leave what they chose for the physician, as 
there was no regular fee. He added, moreover, that twenty 
groschen, or about sixty cents, was sufficient for the two 
visits ! 

I stayed in Gottingen two dull, dreary, miserable days, 
without getting much better. I took but one short walk 
through the city, in which I saw the outsides of a few old 
churches and got a hard fall on the pavement. Thinking 
that the cause of my illness might perhaps become its cure, 
I resolved to resume my walk rather than remain in the 
melancholy — in spite of its black-eyed maidens, melancholy 
— Gottingen. On the afternoon of the second day, I took 
the post to Nordheim, about twelve miles distant. The 
Gottingen valley, down which we drove, was green and 
beautiful, and the trees seemed to have come into leaf all at 
once. We were not within sight of the Hartz, but the 
mountains along the Weser were visible on the left. The 
roads were extremely muddy from the late rains, so that I 
proceeded but slowly. 

A bhie range along the horizon told me of the Hartz, as 1 
advanced, but although there were some fine side-glimpses 
through the hills, I did not see much of them until I reached 
Osterode, about twelve miles further. Here the country 
begins to assume a different aspect. The city lies in a 
narrow valley, and as the road goes down a steep hill 



ENTERING THE HARTZ. 183 

towards it, one sees on eacli side many quarries of gypsum, 
and in front tlic gloomy pine mountains are piled one above 
another in real Alpine style. But alas ! tlie city, though it 
looks exceedingly romantic from above, is one of the dirtiest 
places I ever saw. I stopped at Herzberg, six miles farther, 
for the night. The scenery was very striking ; and its effect 
was much heightened by a sky full of black clouds, which 
sent down a hail-storm as they passed over. The hills are 
covered with pine, fir, and larch. The latter tree, in its first 
foliage, is most delicate and beautiful. Every bough is like 
a long ostrich plume, and when one of them stands among 
the dark pines, it seems as light and airy as if the wind 
might carry it away. Just opposite Herzberg, the Ilartz 
lowers in its gloomy and mysterious grandeur, and I went 
to sleep with the pleasant thought that an hour's walk on tlie 
morrow would shut me up in its deep recesses. 

The next morning I entered them. The road led up a 
narrow mountain valley, down which a stream was rushing 
— on all sides magnificent forests of pine. It was glorious 
to look down their long aisles, dim and silent, Avith a floor of 
thick green moss. There was just room enough for the road 
and the wild stream which wound its way zigzag between the 
hills, affording the most picturesque mountain scenery along 
the whole route. As I ascended, the mountains became 
rougher and wilder, and in the shady hollows were still drifts 
of snow. Enjoying every thing very much, I walked on 
without taking notice of the road, and on reaching a wild, 
rocky chasm called the " Schlucht," was obliged to turn 
aside and take a footpath over a high mountain to Andreas- 
berg, a town built on a summit two thousand feet above tho 



184 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

sea. It is inhabited almost entirely by the workmen from 
the mines. 

The path from Andreasberg to the Brocken leads along 
the E,ehberger Ditches, which carry water about six miles 
for the ore-works. After going through a thick pine wood, 
I came out on the mountain-side, where rough crags over- 
hung the way, and through the tops of the trees I had 
glimpses into the gorge below. It was scenery of the 
wildest character. Directly opposite rose a mountain wall, 
dark and stern through the gloomy sky ; far below the little 
stream of the Oder foamed over the rocks Avith a continual 
roar, and one or two white cloud-wreaths were curling up 
from the forests, 

I followed the water-ditch around every projection of the 
mountain, still ascending higher amid the same wild scenery, 
until at length I reached the Oderteich, a great dam, in a 
kind of basin formed by some mountain peaks on the side 
of the Brocken. It has a breastwork of granite, very firm, 
and furnishes a continual supply of water for the works. 
The rain soon began to fall, and I took a footpath which 
went winding up through the pine wood. The storm still 
increased, and finally became so thick and dark that I was 
obliged to stop about five o'clock at Oderbruch, a toil-house 
and tavern on the side of the Brocken, on the boundary be- 
tween Brunswick and Hanover — the second highest inhabit- 
ed house in the Hartz. The Brocken was invisible through 
the storm, and the weather foreboded a difficult ascent. The 
night was cold, but by a warm fire I let the winds howl and 
the rain beat. When I awoke the next morning, we were in 
clouds. They were thick on eve y side, hiding what little 



THE BROCKEN IN A STORM. 185 

view there was through the openings of the forest. Aftel 
breakfast, however, they appeared to be somewhat thinner, 
and I decided to start for the Brocken. This is not the 
usual road for travellers who ascend, being not only rough 
but difficult to find, as I soon discovered. The clouds 
gathered around again after I set out, and I was obliged to 
walk in a storm of mingled rain and snow. The snow lay 
several feet deep in the forests, and the path was in many 
places quite drifted over. The white cloud-masses were 
whirled past by the wind, continually envelojiing me and 
shutting out every view. During the winter the path had 
become, in many places, the bed of a mountain torrent, so 
that sometimes I waded knee-deep in snow, and sometimes 
I walked over the wet, spongy moss, crawling under the 
long, dripping branches of the stunted pines. After a long 
time of such dreary travelling, I came to two rocks called 
the Stag Horns, standing on a little peak. The storm, now 
all snow, blew more violently than ever, and the path was 
lost under the deep drifts. 

Comforting myself with the assurance that if I could not 
find my way, I could at least return, I began searching, and 
after some time, came upon the path again. Here the forest 
ceased ; the way led on large stones over a marshy, ascend- 
ing plain, but what was above, or on either side, I could not 
see. It was solitude of the most awful kind. There was 
nothing but the storm, which had already wet me througlv, 
and the bleak gray waste of rocks. The mountain grew 
steeper and steeper ; I could barely trace the path by the 
rocks which were worn, and the snow threatened soon to 
cover these. Added to this, although the walking and the 



186 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

fresh mountain air had removed my illness, I was still weak 
from the effects of it, and the consequences of a much longer 
exposure to the storm were jijreatlj to be feared. After two 
or three horns spent in this way, I found myself growing 
chill in spite of the labor of climbing ; the path was wholly 
lost, the snow was blinding, and the wind increased at such 
a rate, that I began to think I should be carried away 
bodily, when suddenly sometiiing daik loomed up above me 
through the storm. A few steps more and I stood beside 
the Brocken House, on the very summit of the mountain ! 
The mariner, who has been boating for days on a wreck at 
sea, could scarcely be more rejoiced at a friendly sail, than I 
was on entering the low building. Two large Alpine dogs 
in the passage, gave notice to the inmates, as I walked in, 
dripping with wet, and I was soon ushered into a warm room, 
where I changed my soaked garments for dry ones, and sat 
down by the fire with feelings of comfort not easily imagin- 
ed. The old landlord was quite surprised, on learning the 
path by which I came, that I had succeeded in finding the 
way at all. The summit was wrapped in the thickest cloud, 
and he gave me no hope of any prospect for several hours, 
so I sat down and looked overtime Stranger's Album. 

There were a great many long- winded German poems — 
among them, one by Schelling, thel', philosopher. Some of 
the visitors spoke of having seen the Spectre of the Brocken. 
I inquired of the landlord about the phenomenon ; he says 
it is frequently seen in winter, but in summer more seldom. 
It always occurs at sunrise, when the eastern side of the 
Brocken is free from clouds, and at the same time, the mist 
rises from the valley on the opposite side. The shadow of 



GLIMTSES THROUGH THE Ci>OUDS. Ib7 

every thing on the Brocken is then projected in grand pro- 
portions upon the mist, and sometimes surrounded with a 
luminous halo. It is somewhat singular that such a spectacle 
is peculiar to the Brocken alone, but this is probably account- 
ed for by the formation of tlie mountain, which collects the 
mist at just such a distance from the summit as to render 
the shadow visible. 

Soon after dinner the storm subsided and the clouds sepa- 
rated a little. I could see down through the rifts on the 
plains of Brunswick, and sometimes, when they opened a 
little more, the mountains below us to the east and the 
adjoining plains, as far as Magdeburg. It was like looking 
on the earth from another planet, or from some point in the 
air which had no connection with it ; our station was com- 
pletely surrounded by clouds, rolling in great masses around 
us, now and then giving glimpses through their openings of 
the blue plains, dotted with cities and villages, far below. 
At one time when they were tolerably well separated, I 
ascended the tower, fifty feet high, standing near the 
Brocken House. The view on three sides was quite clear, 
and I can easily imagine what a magnificent prospect it 
must be in fine weather. The Brocken is only about four 
thousand feet high, nearly the same as the loftiest peak of 
the Catskill, but being the highest mountain in Northern 
Germany, it commands a more extensive prospect. Imagine 
a circle described with a radius of a hundred miles, com- 
prising thirty cities, two or three hundred villages, and one 
whole mountain district ! We could see Brunswick and 
Magdeburg, and beyond them the great plain which extends 
to the North Sea in one direction and to Berlin in the other, 



188 VIEWS A-Foor. 

while directly below us lay the dark mountains of the Hartz^ 
with little villages in their sequestered valleys. It was only 
during a few moments that I could look on this scene — in 
an instant the clouds swept together again and completely 
hid it. In accordance with a custom of the mountain, one 
of the girls made me a " Brockcn nosegay," of heather, 
lichens and moss. I gave her a few pfennings and stowed 
it away carefully in a corner of my knapsack. 

I now began descending the eastern side of the mountain, 
by a good road over helds of gray rock and through large 
forests of pine. Two or three bare brown peaks rose oppo- 
site with an air of the wildest sublimity, and in many places 
lofty crags towered above the forest. This is the way by 
which Goethe brings Faust up the Brocken, and the scenery 
is graphically described in that part of the poem. At the 
foot of the mountain is the little viiLige of Schiercke, the 
highest in the Hartz. Here I took a narrow path through 
the woods, and after following a tediously long road over 
the hills, reached Elbingerode, where I spent the night. 
The next morning I started for Blankenburg. I happened 
to take the wrong road, however, and went through Riibe- 
land, a little village in the valley of the Bode. There are 
many iron works here, and two celebrated caves, called 
"Baumann's Hohle," and *' Biel's Hohle." I kept on 
through the gray, rocky hills to Huttenrode, where T inquir- 
ed the way io the Rosstrappe, but was wrongly directed, 
and after walking nearly two hours in a heavy rain, arrived 
at Ludwigshiitte, on the Bode, in one of the wildest and 
loneliest corners of the Hartz. I dried my wet clothes at a 
little inn, ate a dinner of bread and milk, and learning that 



THE HOSSTrMPPE. 189 

I was just as far from the Rosstrappe as ever, and that it 
was impossible to find the way alone, I engaged an old pea- 
sant woman as a guide. She insisted on carrying my knap- 
sack in a basket which she strapped to her shoulders, and 
then set off at a pace which I could scarcely keep up with. 
We went over the mountains through a fine old forest, for 
about two hours, and came out on the brow of a hill near 
the end of the Hartz, with a beautiful view of the country 
below and around. Passing the little inn, the path led 
through thick bushes along the summit, over a narrow ledge 
of rocks that seemed to stretch out into the air, for on either 
side the foot of the precipice vanished in the depth below. 

Arrived at last at the end, I looked around me. What a 
spectacle ! I was standing on the end of a line of precipice 
which ran out from the mountain like a wall for several hun- 
dred feet — the hills around rising perpendicularly from the 
gorge below, where the Bode, pressed into a narrow channel, 
foamed its way through. Sharp masses of gray rock sprang 
from the main body like pillars, with trees clinging to the 
clefts, and although the defile was nearly seven hundred 
feet deep, the summits, in one place, seemed almost to touch. 
Near the point at which I stood, which was secured by a 
railing, was an impression in the rock like the hoof of a giant 
horse, from which the place takes its name. It is very dis- 
tinct and perfect, and about two feet in length. 

I went back to the little inn and sat down to rest and chat 
awhile with the talkative landlady . Notwithstanding her hor- 
rible Prussian dialect, I was much amused with the budget 
of wonders, which she keeps for the information of travellers. 
Among other things, she ixlated tj me the legend of the 



190 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

Rosstrappe, wliicli I give in her own words : " A great many 
hundred years ago, when there were plenty of giants through 
the world, there was a certain beautiful princess, who was 
very much loved by one of them. Now, although the pa- 
rents of this princess were afraid of the giant, and wanted 
her to marry him, she herself hated him, because she was in 
love with a brave knight. But, you see, the brave knight 
could do nothing against the great giant, and so a day was 
appointed for the wedding of the princess. When they were 
married, the giant had a great feast, and he and all his ser- 
vants got drunk. So the princess mounted his black horso 
and rode away over the mountains, till she reached this val- 
ley. She stood on that square rock which you see there 
opposite to us, and when she saw her knight on this side, 
where we are, she danced for joy, and the rock is called the 
Tanz'platz, to this very day. But when the giant found she 
had gone, he followed her as fast as he might ; then a holy 
bishop, who saw the princess, blessed the feet of her horse, 
and she jumped on it across to this side, where his fore feet 
made two marks in the rock, though there is only one left 
now. You should not laugh at this, for if there were giants 
then, there must have been very big horses too, as one can 
see from the hoofmark, and the valley was narrower then 
than it is now. My dear man, who is very old now, (you 
see him through the bushes, there, digging,) says it was so 
when he was a child, and that the old people living then, 
told him there were once four just such hoof-tracks, on the 
Tanzplatz, where the horse stood before he jumped over. 
And we cannot doubt the words of the good old people, for 
there were many strange things then, we all know, which the 



HALBERST.«)T A SUSPICIOUS INN. 191 

dear Lord does not let happen now. But I must tell you, 
lieber Herr, tliat the giant tried to jump after her and fell 
away down the valley, where they say he lives yet in tha 
shape of a big black dog, guarding the crown of the princess, 
which tumbled off as she was going over. But this part of 
the story is perhaps not true, as nobody, that I ever heard 
of, has seen either the black dog or the crown !" 

After listening to similar gossip for a while, I descended 
the mountain-side, a short distance to the Biilowshohe. 
This is a rocky shaft that shoots upward from the mountain, 
having from its top a glorious view through the door which 
the Bode makes in passing out of the Hartz. I could see at 
a great distance the towers of Magdeburg, and further, the 
vast plain stretching away like a sea towards Berlin. From 
Tliale, the village below, where the air was warmer than in 
the Hartz, and the fruit-trees already in blossom, it was four 
hours' walk to Halberstadt, by a most tiresome road over 
long ranges of hills, all ploughed and planted, and extending 
as far as the eye could reach, without a single fence or 
hedge. It is pleasant to look over scenes where nature is 
so free and unshackled ; but the people, alas ! wear the 
fetters. The setting sun, which lighted up the old Brocken 
and his snowy top, showed me also Halberstadt, the end of 
my Hartz journey ; but its deceitful towers fled as I ap- 
proached, and I was half dead with fatigue on arriving 
there. 

The ghostly^ dark and echoing castle of an inn (the Black 
Kagle) where I stopped, was enough to inspire a lonely 
traveller, like myself, with unpleasant fancies. It looked 
heavy and massive enough to have been a stout baron's 



192 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

strongliold in some former century ; tlie taciturn landlorcl 
and his wife, who, with a solemn servant girl, were the 
only tenants, had grown into perfect keeping with its gloomy 
character. When I groped my way under the heavy, 
arched portal into the guests' room — a large, lofty, cheerless 
hall — all was dark, and I could barely perceive, by the little 
light which came through two deep-set windows, the inmates 
of the house, sitting on opposite sides of the room. After 
some delay, the hostess brought a light. I entreated her to 
furnish me something for supper, and in half an hour she 
placed a mixture on the table, the like of which 1 never 
wish to taste again. She called it beer-soup ! I found, on 
examination, it was beer, boiled with meat, and seasoned 
strongly Avith pepper and salt ! My hunger disappeared, and 
pleading fatigue as an excuse for want of appetite, I left the 
table. When I was ready to retire, the landlady, who had 
been sitting silently in a dark corner, called the solemn servant 
girl, who took up a dim lamp, and bade me follow her to the 
*' sleeping chamber." Taking up my knapsack and staff, I 
stumbled down the steps into the arched gateway ; before 
me was a long, damp, deserted court-yard, across which the 
girl took her way. 1 followed her with some astonish- 
ment, imagining where the sleeping chamber could be, when 
she stopped at a small, one-story building, standing alone in 
the yard. Opening the door with a rusty key, she led me 
into a bare room, a few feet square, opening into another, 
equally bare, with the exception of a rough bed. " Cer- 
tainly," said I, " I am not to sleep here ! " " Yes," she 
answered, ** this is tlie sleeping chamber," at the same time 
setting down the light and disappearing. I examined the 



APPREHENSIO.NS OF MURDKK. ] 93 

place — it smelt mouldy, and the walls were cold and damp ; 
there had been a window at the head of the bed, but it was 
walled up, and another at the foot of the bed was also closed 
to within a few inches of the top. The bed was coarse and 
dirty ; and on turning down the ragged covers, I saw with 
horror, a dark brown stain near the pillow, like that of 
blood ! For a moment I hesitated whether to steal out of 
the inn, and seek another lodging, late as it was ; at last, 
overcoming my fears, I threw my clothes into a heap, and 
lay down, placing my heavy staft' at the head of the bed. 
Persons passed up and down the courtyard several times, 
the light of their lamps streaming through the narrow aper- 
ture up against the ceiling, and I distinctly heard voices, 
•which seemed to be near the door. Twice did I sit. up in 
bed, breathless, with my hand on the cane, in the most 
intense anxiety ; but fatigue finally overcame suspicion, 
and I sank into a deep sleep, from which I was gladly 
awakened by daylight. In reality, there may have been no 
cause for my fears — I may have wronged the lonely inn- 
keepers by them ; but certainly no place or circumstances 
ever seemed to me more appropriate to a deed of robbery or 
crime. I left immediately, and when a turn in the street 
hid the front of the ill-omened inn, I began to breathe with 
my usual freedom 



CHAPTER XIX. 

LEIPSIC AND DRESDEWc 

Magdeburg— Suspected Passengers— Leipsic— View of the Battle-Field— The Eoeen* 
thai— Schiller's Eoom— Auerbach's Cellar— Leipsic Publishers— Gers; acke^— Charms 
of Dresden— The Picture Gallery— The Madonna di San Sisto— Monument to 
Moreau- The Royal Library— The Green Vaults— Cages of Gems— Eoyal Play- 
things. 

Dkisden, May 11, 1845. 
The delay occasioned by the bad weatlier obliged me to 
take the railroad at Halberstadt, to keep the appointment 
with my friend, in Leipsic. I left at six in the morning for 
Magdeburg, and after two hours' ride over a dull, tiresome 
plain, passed under the mounds and fortifications by the side 
of the Elbe, and entered the old town. The day was very 
cold, and the streets were muddy, so 1 contented myself 
with looking at the Broadway, {der breite Weg,) the Cathe- 
dral and one or two curious old churches, and with walking 
along the parapet leading to the fortress, which has a view 
of the winding Elbe. The Citadel was interesting from 
having been the prison in which Baron Trenck was confined, 
whose narrative I read years ago, when quite a child. 



LEIP6IC. 195 

We were soon on the road to Leipslc. The way was over 
one great, uninterrupted phiin — a more monotonous country, 
even, than Belguim. Two of the passengers with me in the 
car were much annoyed at being taken Ly the railway 
agents for Poles. Their movements were strictly watched 
by the gensd'armes at every station we passed, and they 
were not even allowed to sit together ! At Kothen a branch 
track went off to Berlin. We passed by Halle without 
being able to see anything of it or its University, and 
reached Lcipsic in four hours after leaving Magdeburg. 

On my first walk around the city, the next morning, I passed 
the Augustus Platz — a broad green lawn, on which front 
the University and several other public buildings. A chain 
of beautiful promenades encircles the city, on the site of its 
old fortifications. Following their course through walks 
shaded by large trees and bordered with flowering shrubs, I 
passed a small but chaste monument to Sebastian Bach, the 
composer, which was erected almost entirely at the private 
cost of Mendelssohn, and stands opposite the building in 
which Bach once directed the choirs. As I was standing 
beside it, a glorious choral, swelled by a hundred voices, 
came through the open windows, like a tribute to the genius 
of the great master. 

Having found my friend, who had arrived on the previous 
day from Weimar and Jena, we went together to the Stern 
Warte, or Observatory, which gives a fine view of the 
country around the city, and in particular the battle-field. 
The Castellan who is stationed there, is well acquainted 
with the localities, and pointed out the position of the hostile 
armies. It was one of the most bloody and hard-fought 



196 VIKWS A-FOOT. 

battles wLicli liistoiy records. The army of Napoleon 
stretched like a semich'cle around the southern and eastern 
sides of the city, and the plain beyond was occupied by the 
allies, whose forces met together here. Schwarzenburg, with 
his Austrians, came from Dresden ; Blucher, from Halle, 
with the Emperor Alexander. Their forces amounted to 
three hundred thousand, while those of Napoleon ranked at 
one hundred and ninety-two thousand men. It must have 
been a terrific scene. The battle raged four days, and the 
meeting of half a million of men in deadly conflict was 
accompanied by the thunder of sixteen hundred cannon- 
The small rivers which flow through Leipsic were swollen 
with blood, and the vast plain was covered with upwards 
of fifty thousand dead. It is difficult to conceive such 
slaughter, while looking at the quiet and peaceful landscape 
below. It seemed more like a legend of past ages, when 
ignorance and passion led men to murder and destroy, than 
an event which the last half century witnessed. For the 
sake of humanity it is to be hoped that the world will never 
see such another. 

There are some lovely walks around Leipsic. We went 
in the afternoon with a few friends to the Uosenthal, a 
beautiful meadow, bordered by forests of the German oak, 
very few of whose Druid trunks have been left standing. 
There are Swiss cottages embowered in the foliage, where 
every afternoon the social citizens assemble to drink their 
coffee and enjoy a few hours' escape from the noisy and 
dusty streets. One can walk for miles along these lovely 
paths by the side of the velvet meadows, or the banks of 
some shaded stream. We visited the little village of Golis, 



LEIPSIC PUBLISHERS. 19*1 

a short distance off, where, on the second story of a little 
white house, hangs the sign, " Schiller's Room." Some of 
the Leipsic literati have built a stone arch over the entrance, 
with the inscription : " Here dwelt Schiller in 1795, and 
wrote his Hymn to Joy." Everywhere through Germany 
the remembrances of Schiller are sacred. In every city 
where he lived, they show his dwelling. They know ana 
reverence the mighty spirit who has been among them. 

Another interesting place in Leipsic is Auerbach's Cellar, 
which, it is said, contains an old manuscript history of Faust, 
from which Goethe derived the first idea of his poem. He 
used to frequent this cellar, and one of his scenes in *' Faust " 
is laid in it. We looked down the arched passage ; but not 
wishing to purchase any wine, we could find no pretence for 
entering. The streets of Leipsic abound with book stores, 
and one half the business of the inhabitants appears to con- 
sist in printing, paper-making and binding. The publishers 
have a handsome Exchange of their own, and during the 
Fairs, the amount of business transacted is enormous. The 
establishment of Brockhaus is contained in an immense build- 
ing, adjoining which stands his dwelling, in the midst of 
magnificent gardens. That of Tauchnitz is not less exten- 
sive. I became acquainted at the Museum, with Friedrich 
Gerstiicker, a young German author who has been some 
time in America, and is well versed in our literature. He is 
now engaged in translating American works, one of which 
-—Hoffman s ** Wild Scenes of the Forest and Prairie " — will 
soon appear. In no place in Germany have I found more 
knowledge of our country, her men and her institutions, than 
ia Leipsic, and as yet I have seen few that would be prefer 



]98 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

able as a place of residence. Its attractions do not consist in 
its scenery, but in the social and intellectual cliaracter of its 
inhabitants. 

We are now in the " Florence of the Elbe," as the Sax- 
ons have christened Dresden. Exclusive of its galleries oi 
art, which are scarcely surpassed by any in Europe, Dresden 
charms the traveller by the natural beauty of its environs. 
It stands in a curve of the Elbe, in the midst of green mea* 
dows, gardens, and fine old woods, with the hills of Saxony 
sweeping around like an amphitheatre, and the craggy 
peaks of the Highlands looking at it from afar. The domes 
and spires at a distance give it a rich Italian look, which is 
heightened by the white villas, embowered in trees, gleaming 
on the hills around. In the streets there is no bustle of 
business — nothing of the din and confusion of trafiic which 
mark most cities ; it seems like a place for study and quiet 
enjoyment. 

The railroad brought us in three hours from Leipsic, over 
the eighty miles of plain that intervene. We came from the 
station through the Neustadt, passing the Japanese Palace 
and the equestrian statue of Augustus the Strong. The 
magnificent bridge over the Elbe was so much injured by 
the late inundation as to be impassable, and we were obliged 
to go some distance up the river bank and cross on a bridge 
of boats. Next morning my first search was for the Picture 
Gallery. We set off at random, and. after passing the 
Church of Our Lady, with its lofty dome of solid stone, 
which withstood the heaviest bombs during the war with 
Frederick the Great, came to an open square, one side of 
which was occupied by an old, brown, red roofed build* 



THE MADONNA DI SAN SISTO. 199 

ing, which I at once recognized as the object of oui 
search. 

I have just taken a last look at the gallery this morning, 
and left it with real regret; for, during the two visits, 
Raphael's heavenly picture of the Madonna and Child had 
so grown into my love and admiration, that it was painful 
to think I should never see it again. There are many more 
which clung so strongly to my imagination, gratifying in the 
highest degree the love for the Beautiful, that I left them 
with sadness, and the thought that I would now only have 
the memory. I can see the inspired eye and god-like brow 
of the Jesus-child, as if I were still standing before the 
picture, and the sweet, holy countenance of the Madonna 
still looks upon me. Yet, though this picture is a miracle of 
art, the first glance filled me with disappointment. It has 
somewhat faded, during the three hundred years that have 
rolled away since the hand of Raphael worked on the can- 
vas, and the glass with which it is covered for better 
preservation, injures the effect. After I had gazed on it a 
while, every thought of this vanished. The figure of the 
Virgin seemed to soar in the air, and it was difficult to think 
the clouds were not in motion. Two divine cherubs look up 
from below, and in her arms sits the sacred child. Those 
two faces beam from the picture like those of angels. The 
dark, prophetic eye and pure brow of the young Jesus 
;hain one like a spell. There is something more than 
mortal in its expression — something in that infant face which 
indicates a power mightier than the proudest manhood. 
There is no glory around the head ; but the Kspirit which 
shines from those features, marks his divinity. In the 



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Sweet face of the mother a sorrowful foreboding minglea 
with its tenderness, as if she knew the world into which the 
Saviour was born, and foresaw the path in which he was to 
tread. It is a picture which one can scarce look upon with* 
out tears. 

The plain, south of Dresden, was the scene of the hard- 
fought battle between Napoleon and the allied armies, in 1813. 
On the heights above the little village of E-acknitz, Moreau 
was shot on the second day of the battle. We took a foot 
path through the meadows, shaded by cherry trees in bloom, 
and reached the spot after an hour's walk. The monument 
is simple — a square block of granite, surmounted by a hel- 
met and sword, with the inscription : " Tke hero Moreau fell 
here by the side of Alexander, August 1 1th, 1 813." I gathered, 
as a memorial, a few leaves of the oak which shades it. 

By applying an hour before the appointed time, we ob- 
tained admission to the E-oyal Library. It contains three 
hundred thousand volumes- — among them the most complete 
collection of historical works in existence. Each hall is 
devoted to a history of a separate country, and one large 
room is filled with that of Saxony alone. There is a large 
number of rare and curious manuscripts, among which are 
old Greek works of the seventh and eighth centuries ; a Koran 
which once belonged to the Sultan Bajazet ; the autographs 
of Luther and Melancthon : a manuscript volume with pen 
and ink sketches, by Albert Diirer, and the earliest specimens 
of the invention of printing. Among the latter was a book 
published by Faust and SchaeflPer, at Mayence, in 1457. 

We were fortunate in seeing the Grune Gcwolbe, or Green 
Vaults, a collection of jewels and costly articles, unsurpassed 



THE GREEN VAULTS 201 

In Europe. Admittance is only granted to six persons at a 
time, who pay a fee of two tlialers. The customary way is 
to employ a Lohnhedientert who goes around from one hotel 
to another, until he has collected the required number, Avhen 
he brings them together and conducts them to the keeper, 
who has charge of the treasures. As our visit happened to 
be during the Pentecost holidays, when every body in Dres- 
den goes to the mountains, there was some difficulty in 
effecting this, but after tAvo mornings spent in hunting up 
curious travellers, the servant finally conducted us in triumph 
to the palace. The first hall into whicli Ave Avere ushered, 
contained works in bronze. They Av^ere all small, and 
chosen Avith regard to their artistical value. The next room 
contained statues, and vases covered Avith reliefs, in i\^ory. 
The most remarkable AA^ork Avas the fall of Lucifer and his 
angels, containing ninety-tAvo figures in all, carA'cd out of a 
single piece of ivory sixteen inches high ! It Avas the work 
of an Italian monk, and cost him many years of hard labor. 
HoAvever costly the contents of these halls, they Avere only 
an introduction to those Avliich followed. Each one exceeded 
the other in splendor and costliness. The Avails AA-ere covered 
to the ceiling with rows of goblets, vases, &c., of polished 
jasper, agate, and lapis lazuli. We saAv tAvo goblets, each 
prized at six thousand thalers, made of gold and precious 
stones ; also the great pearl called the Spanish Dwarf, near- 
ly as large as a pullet's q.^^ ; globes and vases cut entirely 
out of the mountain crystal ; magnificent Nuremberg watches 
and clocks, and a great number of figures, made ingeniously 
of rough pearls and diamonds. The seventh hall contains 

the coronation robes of Augustus II. of Poland, and manj^ 

9* 



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costly specimens of carving in wood. A cherry- stone is 
shown in a glass case, which has one hundred and twenty- 
five faces, all perfectly finished, carved upon it ! The next 
room we entered sent back a glare of splendor that perfect- 
ly dazzled us. It was all gold, diamond, ruby, and sapphire^ 
Every case sent out such a glow and glitter that it seemed 
like a cage of imprisoned lightnings. Wherever the eye 
turned it was met by a blaze of broken rainbows. They 
were there by hundreds, and every gem was a fortune. 
AVe here saw the largest known onyx, nearly seven inches 
long and four inches broad ! One of the most remarkable 
works is the throne and court of Aurungzebe, the Indian 
king, by Dinglinger, a celebrated goldsmith of the last cen- 
tury. It contains one hundred and thirty-two figures, all of 
enamelled gold, and each one most perfectly and elaborately 
finished. It was purchased by Prince Augustus for fifty - 
eight thousand thalers,* which was not an exorbitant sum, 
considering that the making of it occupied Dinglinger and 
thirteen workmen for seven years ! 

It is almost impossible to estimate the value of the trea- 
sures these halls contain. That of the gold and jewels 
alone must be many millions of dollars, and the amount of 
labor expended on these toys of royalty is incredible. As 
monuments of patient and untiring toil, they are interesting : 
but it is sad to think how much labor and skill and energy 
have been wasted, in producing things which are useless to 
the world, and only of secondary importance as works of ari. 
Perhaps, however, if men could be diverted by such play, 
things from more dangerous games, it would be all the better 

* A Prussian or Saxon thaler is about 10 cts. 



CHAPTER XX 

RAMBLE8 IN THE SAXON SWITZERLAND. 

Farewull to Dresden — The King of Saxony — Beauty of the Country— Sunken Glcns— 
The Uttewalder Grnnd — Precipice of the Bastei — Eftects of the Inundation — The 
Fortress of Konigstein — Anecdote of a Baron — A Mountain Valley — A Cascade 
Show — The Kuhstall — The Little Winterberg — Cloudy Landscapes — The Prebisch- 
thor — Entering Austria — Bohemian Scenery — The Battle-Field of Kulm — The 
Baths of Teplitz — Plains of the Elbe — Distant View of Prague. 

After four days* sojourn in Dresden we shouldered our 
knapsacks, not to be laid down again until we reached 
Prague. We were elated with the prospect of getting 
among the hills again, and we heeded not the frequent 
showers which had dampened the enjoyment of the Pente- 
cost holidays for the good citizens of Dresden, and might 
spoil our own. So we trudged gaily along the road to 
Pillnitz, and waved an adieu to the domes behind us as the 
forest shut them out from view. After two hours' walk the 
road led down to the Elbe, where we crossed in a ferry- 
boat to Pillnitz, the seat of a handsome palace and gardens, 
belonging to the King of Saxony. He happened to be there 
at the time, on an afternoon excursion from Dresden ; but 



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as we had seen him before, in the hatter phice, vre passed 
directly on, only pausing to admire the flower-beds in the 
palace court. The King is a tall, benevolent looking man, 
and is apparently much liked by his people. As far as 1 
have 'yet seen, Saxony is a prosperous and happy country. 
The people are noted all over Germany for their honest, 
social character, which is written on their cheerful, open 
countenances. On our entrance into the Saxon Switzerland, 
at Pillnitz, we were delighted with the neatness and home- 
like appearance of the villages. Every body greeted us ; 
if we asked for information, they gave it cheerfully. I felt 
willins: to sav, in the words of an old ballad, which I believe 
Lonscfellow has translated : 



'o' 



" The fairest kingdom on this earth. 
It is the Saxon land I" 

Keeping the left bank of the Elbe, we passed over mea- 
dows purple with the tri-colored violet, and every little bank 
was bright with cowslips. At length the path led down into 
a cleft or ravine filled with trees, whose tops were on a level 
with the country around. This is a peculiar feature of 
Saxon scenery. There are many of these clefts, some of 
which are several hundred feet deep, having walls of per- 
pendicular rock, in the crevices of which the mountain pine 
roots itself and grows to a tolerable height without any 
apparent soil to keep it alive. We descended by a foot-path 
into this ravine, called the Liebethaler Grund. It is wider 
than many of the others, having room enough for a consider 
able stream and several mills. The sides are of sandstone 
rock, quite perpendicular. As we proceeded, it grew nar 



THE UTTEWALDER GRUND. 20o 

rower and deeper, while the trees covering its sides and 
edges nearly shut out the sky. An hour's walk brought us 
to the end, where we ascended gradually to the upper level 
again. 

After passing the night at the little village of Uttewalde, 
a short distance further, we set out early in the morning for 
the Bastei, a lofty precipice on the Elbe. The way led us 
directly through the Uttewalder Grund, the most remarkable 
of all these chasms. We went down by rocky steps into its 
depths, which in the early morning were very cold. AVater 
dripped from the rocks, Avhich, but a few feet arjart. rosc^. f?u- 
above us, and a little rill made its way along the bottom, 
into which the sun has never shone. Heavy masses of rock, 
which had tumbled down from the sides, encumbered the 
way, and tall pine trees sprang from every cleft. In one 
place the defile is only four feet wide, and a large mass of 
rock, fallen from above, has lodged near the bottom, making 
a low arch, under which the traveller has to creep. After 
going under two or three arches of this kind, the defile 
widened, and an arrow cut upon a rock directed us to a side 
path, which branched off into the mountains. Here the 
masses of stone immediately assumed another form. They 
projected like shelves sometimes as much as twenty feet 
from the perpendicular walls, and hung over the way, 
threatening to break off every moment. I felt glad when 
we had passed under them. Then, as we ascended further, 
we saw pillars of rock separated entirely from the side of 
the mountain, and rising a hundred feet in height, with trees 
growing on their summits. They stood there gray and 
time-worn, like the ruins of a Titan temple. 



20G VIEWS A-FOOT. 

The path finally led us out into tlie forest and through 
the clustering pine trees, to the summit of the Bastei. An 
inn has been erected in the woods, and an iron balustrade 
placed around the rock. Protected by this, we advanced to 
the end of the precipice and looked down on the swift Elbe, 
more than seven hundred feet below ! Opposite, through 
the blue mists of morning, rose Konigstein, crowned with an 
impregnable fortress, and the crags of Lilienstein, with a fine 
forest around their base, frowned from the left bank. On 
both sides were horrible precipices of gray rock, with rugged 
trees hanging from the crevices. A hill rising on one side 
of the Bastei, terminates suddenly a short distance from it, 
in an abrupt precipice. In the intervening space stand 
three or four of those rock-columns, several hundred feet 
high, with their tops nearly on a level with the Bastei. A 
wooden bridge has been thrown across from one to the 
other, and the traveller passes over it, looking on the trees 
and rocks far below him, until he reaches the hill, where a 
steep zigzag path takes him down to the Elbe. 

We crossed the river for the fourth time at the foot of the 
Bastei, and walked along its right bank towards Konigstein. 
The injury caused by the inundation was everywhere apparent. 
The receding flood had left a deposit of sand, in many places 
several feet deep, on the rich meadows, so that the labor of 
years will be requisite to remove it and restore the land to 
an arable condition. Even the farm-houses on the hillside, 
some distance from the river, had been reached, and the 
long grass hung in the highest branches of the fruit trees. 
The people were at work trying to repair the injuries, but 
they will fall heavily upon the poorer classes. 



THE FORTRESS OF KONIGSTEIN, 20l 

The mountain of KOnlgstein is twelve liundred feet high. 
A precipice, varying from one to three hundred feet in 
height, runs entirely round the summit, which is flat, and a 
mile and a half in circumference. This has been converted into 
a fortress, whose natural advantages make it entirely impreg- 
nable. During the Thirty Years' War and the late war 
with Napoleon, it was the only place in Saxony unoccupied 
by the enemy. Hence it is used as a depository for the 
archives and royal treasures, in times of danger. By giving 
up our passports at the door, we received permission to 
enter, and were furnished with a guide around the battle- 
ments. There is quite a little village on the summit, with 
gardens, fields, and a wood of considerable size. The only 
entrance is by a road cut through the rock, which is strongly 
guarded. A well seven hundred feet deep supplies the 
fortress with water, and there are storehouses suiilcient to 
hold supplies for many years. The view from the ramparts 
is glorious, embracing the whole of the Saxon Highlands, as 
far as the lofty Sclmeeberg in Bohemia. On the other side, 
the eye follows the windings of the Elbe, as far as the spires 
of Dresden. Lilienstein, a mountain of exactly similar for- 
mation, but somewhat higher, stands directly opposite. On 
walking around the ramparts, the guide pointed out a little 
square tower standing on the brink of a precipice, with a 
ledge, about two feet wide, running around it, just below 
the windows. He said, that during the reign of Augustus 
the Strong, a baron attached to his court, rose in his sleep 
after a night of revelry and stepping out of the window, 
Stretched himself at full length along the ledge. A guard 
fortunately observed his situation and informed Augustus 



208 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

of it, who had him bound and secured with cords, and then 
awakened by music. It was a good lesson, and one wiiich 
no doubt sobered him for the future. 

Passing through the little city of Konigstein, we walked 
on to Schandau, the capital of the Saxon Switzerland, situ 
ated on the left bank. It had sustained great damage from 
the flood, the whole place having been literally under water. 
Here we turned up a narrow valley which led to the Kuh' 
stall, some eight miles distant. The mountain sides, as usual, 
were of steep gray rock, but wide enough apart to give room 
to some lovely meadows, Avith here and there a rustic cottage. 
The mountain maidens, in their bright red dresses, with a 
fanciful scarf bound around the head, made a romantic addi- 
tion to the scene. There were some quiet secluded nooks, 
where the light of day stole in dimly through the thick foli- 
age above and the wild stream rushed less boisterously over 
the rocks. We sat down to rest in one of these cool retreats, 
and made the glen ring with a cheer for America. 

As we advanced further into the hills the way became 
darker and wilder. We heard the sound of falling Avater in 
a little dell on one side, and going nearer, saw a picturesque 
^fall of about fifteen feet. Great masses of black rock were 
piled together, over which the mountain-stream fell in a 
snowy sheet. The pines above and around grew so thick 
and close, that not a sunbeam could enter, and a mysterious 
twilight pervaded the spot. In Greece it would have been 
chosen fqr an oracle. I have seen, somewhere, a picture of 
the Spirit of Poetry, sitting beside just such a cataract, and 
truly the nymph could choose no more appropriate dwelling. 
But alas for sentiment ! while Ave Avere admiring its pic- 



THE KUIISTALL. 209 

turesque beauty, we did not notice a man who came from a 
near hut and went up behind the rocks. All at once there 
was a roar of water, and a strong torrent came pouring down. 
I looked up, and lo ! there he stood, with a gate in his hand 
which had held the water imprisoned, looking down at us to 
observe our admiration. I ordered him to shut it up again* 
and he rejoined us in haste, lest he should lose his fee for 
the sight. 

Our road now left the valley and ascended through a forest 
to the Kuhstall, (Cow's Stable,) which we came upon at once. 
It is a remarkable natural arch, through a rocky wall or 
rampart, one hundred and fifty feet thick. Passing through, 
we came at the other end to the edge of a very deep preci- 
pice, while the rock towered abruptly far above. Below 
us lay a deep circular valley, two miles in diameter, and sur- 
rounded on every side by ranges of crags, such as we saw 
on the Bastei. It was entirely covered with a pine forest, 
and there only appeared to be two or three narrow defiles 
which gave It a communication with the world. The top of 
the Kuhstall can be reached by a path which runs up through 
a split in the rock, directly to the summit. It is just wide 
enough for one person to squeeze himself through ; pieces 
of wood have been fastened in as steps, and the rocks in 
many places close completely above. The place derives its 
name from having been used by the mountaineers as a hiding- 
place for their cattle in time of war. 

Next morning we descended by another crevice in the 
rock to the lonely valley, which we crossed, and climbed 
the Little Winterberg on the opposite side. There is a wide 
and rugged view from a tower on a precipitous rock near the 



210 VIEWS A-FOOT, 

■^ summit, erected to commemorate the escape of Prince 
Augustus of Saxony, wlio, being pursued by a mad stag 
rescued himself by a hicky blow when on the very brink. 
Among the many wild valleys that lay between the hills,. 
we saw scarcely one without the peculiar rocky formation 
which gives to Saxon scenery its most interesting character. 
They resemble the remains of some mighty work of art, 
rather than one of the thousand varied forms in which 
Nature delights to clothe herself 

The Great Winterberg, which is reached by another hour's 
walk along an elevated ridge, is the highest of the moun- 
tains, celebrated for the grand view from its summit. We 
found the handsome Swiss hotel recently built there, full of 
tourists who had come to enjoy the scene, but the morning 
clouds hid every thing. We ascended the tower, and look- 
ing between them as they rolled by, caught glimpses of the 
broad landscape below. The Giant's Mountains in Silesia 
were hidden by the mist, but sometimes when the wind 
freshened, we could see beyond the Elbe into Bohemian 
Switzerland, where the long Schneeberg rose conspicuous 
above the smaller mountains. Leaving the other travellers 
to wait at their leisure for clearer weather, we set off for 
the Prebischthor, in company with two or three students 
from the Polytechnic School in Dresden. An hour's walk 
over high hills, whose forest clothing had been swept off by 
fire a few years before, brought us to the spot. 

The Prebischthor is a natural arch, ninety feet high, in a 
wall of rock which projects at right angles from the precipi- 
tous side of the mountain. A narrow path leads over the 
top of the arch to the end of tlie rock, where, protected by 



THE AireiRIAN FRONTIER. 211 



a railing, tlie traveller seems to hang in the air. The valley 
is far below him — mountains rise up an either side — and only 
the narrow bridge connects him with the earth. We 
descended by a wooden staircase to the bottom of the arch, 
near which a rustic inn is built against the rock, and thence 
into the valley below, which we followed through rude and 
lonely scenery, to Hirnischkretschen (!) on the Elbe. 

Crossing the river again for the sixth and last time, we 
followed the right bank to Neidergrund, the first Austrian 
village. Here our passports were vised for Prague, and we 
were allowed to proceed without any examination of bag- 
gage. I noticed a manifest change in our fellow travellers 
the moment we crossed the border. They appeared anxious 
and careful ; if we happened to speak of the state of the 
country, they always looked around to see if anybody was 
near, and if we even passed a workman on the road, quickly 
changed to some other subject. They spoke much of the 
jealous strictness of the government, and from what I heard 
from Austrians themselves, there may have been ground 
for their cautiousness. We walked seven or eight miles 
along the bank of the Elbe, to Tetschen, there left our com- 
panions and took the road to Teplitz. I was pleasantly dis- 
appointed on entering Bohemia. Instead of a dull, uninter- 
esting country, as I expected, it is a land full of the most 
lovely scenery. There is every thing which can gratify 
the eye — high blue mountains, valleys of the sweetest pas- 
toral aspect, and romantic old ruins. The very name of 
Bohemia is associated with wild and wonderful legends, of 
the rude barbaric ages. Even the chivalric tales of the 
feudal times of Germany grow tame beside these earlier and 



212 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

darker histories. Tlie fallen fortresses of the Hhine, or tho 
robber-castles of the OdenwalJ, had not for me so exciting 
an interest as the shapeless ruins cumbering these lonely 
mountains. The civilized Saxon race was left behind ; I 
saw around me the features and heard the language of one 
of those rude Sclavonic tribes, whose original home wa,3 on 
the vast steppes of Central Asia. I have rarely enjoyed 
travelling more than our first two days' journey towards 
Prague. The range of the Er^gebirge ran along on our 
right ; the snow still lay in patches upon it, but the valleys 
between, with their little clusters of white cottages, were 
green and beautiful. 

About six miles before reaching Teplitz, we passed Kulm, 
the great battle-field, which in a measure decided the fate of 
Napoleon. He sent Vandamme with 40,000 men to attack 
the allies before they could unite their forces, and thus effect 
their complete destruction. Only the almost despairing 
bravery of the Russian guards under Ostermann, v/ho held 
him in check until the allied troops united, defeated Napo- 
leon's design. At the junction of the roads, where the fight- 
ing was hottest, the Austrians have erected a monument to 
one of their genej;als. Not far from it is that of Prussia, 
simple and tasteful. A woody hill near, with the little vil- 
lage of Kulm at its foot, was the station occupied by 
Vandamme at the commencement of the battle. There is 
now a beautiful chapel on its summit, which can be seen far 
and wide. A little distance further, the Emperor of Russia 
has erected a third monument to the memory of the Rus- 
sians who fell. Four lions rest on the base of the pedestal, 
and on the top of the sliaft, forty-five feet high, Victory is 



THE BATHS OF TEl'LITZ. 213 

represented as engraving the date, ** Aug. 30, 1813," on a 
shield. The dark, pine -covered mountains on the right, 
overlook the whole field and the valley of Teplitz ; Napo- 
leon rode along their crests several days after the battle, to 
witness the scene of his defeat. 

Teplitz lies in a lovely valley, several miles wide, bounded 
by the Bohemian mountains on one side, and the Erzgebirge 
on the other. One straggling peak is crowned with a pic- 
turesque ruin, at whose fo'ot the spacious bath-buildings lie 
half hidden in foliage. As we walked down the principal 
street, I noticed that nearly every house was a hotel ; in 
summer the usual average of visitors is five thousand. The 
waters resemble those of the celebrated Carlsbad ; they are 
warm, and particularly efficacious in rheumatism and diseases 
of like character. After leaving Teplitz, the road turned 
^0 the east, towards a lofty mountain, which we had seen 
the morning before. The peasants, as they passed by, salut- 
ed us with *' Christ greet you !" 

We stopped for the night at the foot of the peak called 
the Milleschauer, and must have ascended nearly 2,000 feet, 
for we had a wide view the next morning, although the mists 
and clouds hid the half of it. The weather being so un- 
favorable, we decided not to ascend, and taking leave of the 
Jena student who came there for that purpose, descended 
through green fields and orchards snowy with blossoms, to 
Lobositz, on the Elbe. Here we reached the plains again, 
where every thing wore the luxuriance of summer, and it 
was a pleasant change from the dark and rough scenery we 
had left. The road passed through Theresienstadt, the for- 
tress of Northern Bohemia. The little city is surrounded 



214 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

by a double wall and moat, wlilch can be filled with water, 
rendering it almost impregnable. In the morning we were 
ferried over the Moldau, and after journeying nearly all day 
across barren, elevated plains, saw late in the afternoon the 
sixty-seven spires of Prague below us ! The dark clouds 
which hung over the hills, gave us little time to look upon 
the singular scene ; and we were soon comfortably settled 
in the half-barbaric, half- Asiatic city, with a pleasant pros- 
pect of seeing its wonders on ^he morrow. 



CHAPTER XXI. 



SCENES IN P K A G U E . 



Impressions of Pra^ft— Past and Present— The Moldaa Bridge—Johannes of Nepo- 
xnack— A. Day Dream— The Cathedra!— The Shrine of Nepomack— Jesuitical 
Music— An Attack oT Jew*— The Old Hebrew Cemetery. 

« 

Peagce, May, 1845. 
I FEEL as u out of the world in this strange, fantastic, yet 
beautiful old city. We liave been rambling all morning 
through its winding streets, stopping sometimes at a church 
to sec the dusty tombs and shrines, or to hear the fine music 
wliich accompanies the morning mass. I liave seen no city 
yet whicli so forcibly reminds me of the Past. The lan- 
guage adds to tlie illusion. Three-fourths of the people in 
the streets speak Bohemian, and many of the signs are 
written in the same tongue, which has no resemblance to 
Gennan. The palace of the Bohemian kings still looks 
down on the city from the western heights, and their tombs 
stand in the Cathedral of the holy Johannes. AVlien one 
Las climbed the stone steps leading to the fortress, tliere li a 
glorious proKpcct before him. Prague with her spires and 



216 VIEWS A-rooT. 

towers, lies in the valley below, through which curves the 
Moldau around its green islands until it disappears among 
the northern hills. The fantastic Byzantine architecture of 
many of the churches and towers, gives the place a peculiar 
oriental appearance. They seem to have been transported 
hither from Persia or Tartary. Its streets are full of 
palaces, fallen and inhabited now by the poorer classes. Its 
famous University, which once boasted forty thousand stu- 
dents, has long since ceased to exist. In a Avord, it is, like 
Venice, a fallen city ; though, as in Venice, the improving 
spirit of the age is beginning to give it a little life, and to 
send a quicker stream through its narrow and winding 
arteries. The railroad which, joining that to Brunn, con- 
nects it with Vienna, will be finished this year ; and in 
anticipation of the increased business which Avill follow, 
speculators are building enormous hotels in the suburbs and 
tearing down the old buildings to give place to more 
splendid edifices. These operations, and the chain bridge 
which spans the Moldau towards the southern end of the 
city, are the only things which are modern — everything 
else is old, strange and solemn. 

Having first determined a few of the principal points, we 
wandered through its ditficult labyrinths, seeking every place 
of note or interest. Ileaching the bridge at last, we decided 
to cross and ascend to the Hradschin — the palace of the Bohe- 
mian kings. The bridge was commenced in 1357, and was 
not finished for a hundred and fifty years. Such was the way 
the old Germans did their work, and they made a structure 
wliich will last a thousand years longer. Every pier is sur- 
mounted with groups of saints and martyrs, all &o worn and 



IILK MOLLjAU lililDGlC. 21 7 

wcather-l)caten, that there is little left of their beauty, if 
they ever had any. "^Jlic most important of them, at least 
to Bohemians, is that of the holy "Johannes of Nepomuck," 
now considered as the patron-saint of the land. Many cen- 
turies ago he was a priest whom one of the kings threw from 
the bridge into the Moldau, because he refused to reveal to 
him what the queen confessed. The legend says the body 
swam for some time on the river, with five stars around its 
head. The IGth of May, the day before our arrival, was 
that set apart for his particular honor ; the statue on the 
bridge was covered with an arch of green boughs and flow- 
ers, and the shrine lighted with burning tapers. A railing 
was erected around it, near which numbers of the believers 
were kneeling. The bridge was covered with passers-by, 
who all took their hats off until they had passed. Had it 
been a place of worship, the act would have been natural 
and appropriate, but to uncover before a statue seemed to us 
too much like idolatry, and we ventured over without doing 
it. A hw years ago it might have been dangerous, but now 
we only met with scowling looks. There are many such 
shrines and statues through the city, and 1 noticed that the 
people always removed their hats and crossed themselves in 
passing. On the hill above the western end of the city, 
stands a chapel on the spot where the Bavarians put an end 
to Protestantism in Bohemia bt/ the sword, and the deluded 
peasantry of the land make pilgrimages t") this spot, as if it 
were rendered holy by an act over which Religion weeps ! 

Ascending the broad flight of steps to the Ilradschin, I 
paused a moment to gaze upon the scene below. A slight 
blue haze hung over the clustering towers, and the city glim- 

10 



218 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

mered throu!:^li it, like a city seen in a dream. It was well 
that it should so appear, for not less dim and misty are the 
memories that haunt its walls. There was no need of a 
magician's wand to bid that light cloud shadow forth the 
forms of other times. They came uncalled for, even by fancy. 
Far, far back in the past, I saw the warrior-princess who 
founded the kingly city — the renowned Libussa, whose 
prowess and talent inspired the women of Bohemia to rise 
at her death and storm the land, that their sex might rule 
where it obeyed before. On the mountain opposite once 
stood the palace of the bloody Wlaska, who reigned v/ith 
her Amazon band for seven years over half Bohemia. Those 
streets below had echoed with the liery words of Huss, 
the castle of whose follower — the blind Ziska, who met 
and defeated the armies of the German Empire — moulders 
on the mountain above. Many a year of war and tempest 
has passed over the scene. The hills around have borne the 
armies of Wallenstein and Frederick the Great ; the war-cries 
of Bavaria, Sweden and Poland have echoed in the valley, 
and the glare of the midnight cannon or the flames of burning 
palaces have often reddened the blood-dyed waters of the 
Moldau ! 

But this was a day-dream. The throng of people coming 
up the steps awaked me. We turned and followed the 
crowd through several spacious courts, until we reached the 
Cathedral, which is magnificent in the extreme. The dark 
Gothic pillars, whose arches unite high above, are surround- 
ed with gilded monuments and shrines, and the side chapels 
are rich in elaborate decorations. A priest was speaking 
from a pulpit in the centre, in the Bohemian language. 



THE SHRINE OF NEPOMUCK. 219 

whlcli not being the most intelligible, I went to tlie other 
end to see the shrine of the holy Johannes of Nepomuck. 
It stands at the end of one of the side aisles, and is composed 
of a mass of gorgeous silver ornaments. At a little distance, 
on each side, hang four massive lamps of silver, constantly 
burning. The pyramid of statues, of the same precious 
metal, has at each corner a richly carved urn, three leet 
high, with a crimson lamp burning at the top. Above, four 
silver angels, the size of life, are suspended in the air, hold- 
ing up the corners of a splendid drapery of crimson and 
gold. If these figures were melted down and distributed 
among the poor and miserable people who inhabit Bohemia, 
they would then be angels indeed, bringing happiness and 
blessing to many a ruined home-altar. In the same chapel 
is the splendid burial-place of the Bohemian kings, of gilded 
marble and alabaster. On our return to the bridge, we 
stepped into the St. Nicholas Church, which was built by 
the Jesuits. The interior has a rich effect, its colors being 
only brown and gold. The music chained me there a long 
time. There was a grand organ, assisted by a full orchestra 
and large choir of singers. At every sound of the priest's 
bell, the flourish of trumpets and deep roll of the drums 
filled the dome with a burst of quivering sound, while the 
giant pipes of the organ breathed out their full harmony 
and the very air shook under the peal. It was a triumphal 
strain ; the soul became filled with thoughts of power and 
glory, and the senses were merged into one dim, indistinct 
emotion of rapture. I could almost forgive the Jesuits the 
superstition and bigotry they have planted in the minds of 
men, for the indescribable enjoyment that music gave. 



220 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

When it ceased, we went out to tlio world again, and the 
recollection of it is now but a dream — dream whose 
influence will last longer than many more palpable 
reality. 

There is another part of Prague which is not less interest- 
ing, though much less poetical — the Jews' City. In our 
rambles we got into it before we were aware, but hurried 
immediately out of it again, perfectly satisfied with one visit. 
We entered first a dark, narrow street, whose sides were 
lined with booths of old clothes and second-hand articles. 
A sharp-featured old woman thrust a coat before my face, 
exclaiming, '* Herr, buy a fine coat !" Instantly a man as- 
sailed me on the other side, " Here are vests ! pantaloons ! 
shirts !" I broke loose from them and ran on, but it only 
became worse. One seized me by the arm, crying, *' Lie- 
her Herr, buy some stockings !" and another grasped my 
coat ; " Hats, Herr ! hats ! buy something, or sell 7ne some- 
thing J'' I rushed desperately on, shouting *' no ! no!" 
with all my might, and finally got safely through. My 
friend having escaped their clutches also, we found our way 
to the old Jewish Cemetery. It stands in the middle of the 
city, and has not been used for a hundred years. We 
could find no entrance, but by climbing upon the ruins of 
an old house near, I looked over the wall. A cold shudder 
crept over me, to think that warm, joyous Life, as I then felt 
it, should grow chill and pass back to clay in such a foul char- 
tiel-house. Large mounds of earth, covered with black, de- 
caying grave-stones, which were almost hidden under the 
weeds and rank grass, filled the enclosure. A few dark, 
crooked aldcr-trecs grew among the crumbling tombs, and 



THE HEBREW CEMETERY- 221 

gave the scene an air of gloom and desolation, almost fear- 
ful. The dust of many a generation lies nnder these mould- 
ering stones ; they now scarcely occupy a thought in the 
minds of the living ; and yet the present race toils and seeks 
for wealth alone, that it may pass away and leave nothing 
behind — not even a memory for that which will follow I 



CHAPTER XXII. 

JOUP.KEY THROUGH BOHEMIA AND MORAVIA, 

rhe Sccnor.v of Bohemia— Tho Inhabitants— Wayside Shrines— Disgusting Imsgvs- 
DoYotion of the People— Iglau— The PoiV^int Girls— Bohemian Teams— A Fvoligioi^ 
Pageant— A New Companion- Ills Astonishment— Lodging with the Laneors— Tha 
City of Znaim— Talk with the Handwerker— Rain— A Drunken Baron— Sunuuoi 
Scenery— First Yiew of the Alps— The YuUey of the Danube— Arrival at Vienna. 

Our road for the first two days after leaving- Prague led 
across broad, elevated plains, over which a cold wind canio 
direct from the summits of the Riesengebirge, far to onr left. 
Were it not for the pleasant view of the rich valley of the 
Upper Elbe, which afforded a delightful relief to the mono- 
tony of the hills around ns, the journey would have beea 
exceedingly tiresome. The snow still glistened on the dis- 
tant mountains ; but when the sun shone out, the broad ^ al- 
ley below, clad in the luxuriance of summer, and extending 
for at least fifty miles with its woods, meadows, and whito 
villages, was like a glimpse of Paradise. The long ridges 
over which we travelled extended for nearly a hundred and 
fifty miles — from the Elbe almost to the Danube. The 
Boil is not fertile, the inhabitants are exceedingly poor, and 



BOHEMIA AKD IT8 PEOPLE. 223 

from our own experience, the climate must be unhealtliy. 
In winter the country is exposed to tlie full sweep of the 
northern winds, and in summer the sun shines down on it 
with unbroken force. There are iayf streams running through 
it ; and the highest part, which divides the waters of the Baltic 
from those of the Black Sea, is filled for a long distance with 
marshes and standing pools, whose exhalations must inevi* 
tably subject the inhabitants to disease. This was percepti- 
ble in their sallow, sickly countenances ; many of the women 
are afflicted with the goitre, or swelling of the throat ; and I 
noticed that towards evening they always carefully muffled 
up their faces. According to their own statements, the 
people suffer much from the cold in winter, as the few forests 
the country affords are in possession of the noblemen to 
whom the land belongs, and who are not willing the trees 
should be cut. The dominions of these petty despots are 
marked along the road with as much precision as the bound- 
aries of an empire. We saw sometimes their stately castles 
at a distance, forming quite a contrast to the poor scattering 
villages of the peasants. 

At KoUin, the road, which had been leading eastward in 
the direction of Olmutz, turned to the south, and we took 
leave of the Elbe after tracing back his course from Magde- 
burg nearly to his home in the mountains of Silesia. The 
country was barren and monotonous, but a bright sunshine 
made it look somewhat cheerful We passed, every few 
paces, some shrine or statue by the roadside. This had 
Ktruck me, immediately on crossing the border, in the Saxon 
Switzerland — the boundary of Saxony was that of Protest- 
antism. But here in the heart of Bohemia, the extent to 



8S4 viKws A voor. 

Nviiicli thiv^ in\n«'0 Avovsliip is onrrioil, oxcooils aiwtliiuf; T Ik'U^ 
imaginoil. 'riuui> is siMnolliinj;- plonsiu^* as \vi>ll mj^ pootioal 
\\\ tho iilc;i i>f a slirino bv thi^ wavsiiU\ wIumo tho \V(>arv tra- 
vcUor luav rest, ami lii't his heart \n tliaukruhioss to tho 
Power which protects him ; it was no Joubt a pious spliit 
wliich placcil them there; hut tlu> people appear to pay the 
reverence to tl\e picture whieli they should «>'ive to its spi 
ritual image, and tho pictures themselves are so shocking 
and ghastly, that tliey seem better calculated to excite hor- 
ror than reverence. It is trulv repulsive to h>ok on imagejj 
of the Saviour covered witli blood, and generally with 
ftwords sticking iu ditVerent parts oi' the body. Tho Al- 
mighty is represented as an ohl man, wearing n IVishop's 
mitre, and the Virgin always wears n gay silk robe, witli 
heads ^uul other (UMianuMits. From tho miserable paititing. 
the faces often liave an expression that wi»uld have been 
exceedingly ludicrous, if the shock given to our I'eellugs o{ 
reverence were not predominant. Tho ju>or degraded pea- 
sants always uncovered or crossed themselves when passing 
by these shrlm\s, but it appeared to bo rather the eiVect of 
liahit than any good impulse, for tho Bohemians are noted 
nil over Germany for their dishonesty, and we learned by 
experience that they deservo it. It is not to be wondered 
at, either ; ior a people so poor and miserable and oppressed 
will soon learn to take advantage of all who appear better 
ofl than themselves. They had one custom which was touch' 
ing and beautiful. At the sound of the church bell, as it 
rang the morning, noon and evening chimes, every one 
uncovered, and repeated to himself a prayer. Otien, as wo 
rested at noon on a baiik by tho roadside, that voice spoke 



I'KakANT (HUIA, 225 

out from tli<-, lioiiMc of worMliip, ari<l (?vc?ry (nwAiccAcA Uh tone 
WouM lliuf, 1,0 lliiH irinaU'/ Hj>irlt of r«v«rcnc<? W(;r(5 ml<lr'(j 
tlio ll^lit of liii(tw\iu\i//',, wliicJi a iyrnuuu'.si] gov<'.riiiii(5iit 
d(Mii('.H tiicinl 

On tli(} tliinl ni^^Iit of our journey w^; H^.ff\^^t<'A id llic- litil(! 
village of Ht«ck(rri, ari'l tlnj next rnornin;^, afti'-r tlir(;(? Iiourn* 
W'llk (»v<',r tli'i rifl^y hr-j^l/tn, rf!;w.lir:<l flif; old Moravian city 
of I^Iaii, Ixiilt on a hill. It, liapj)riri<',d to \>i; (!or/jf/Ji (IIuihIi 
(lay, ao'l iIm*- [XiaHant-M of iIk-, ij<-.i^^l)l»orlioorl ^i^Yi; liaHtcniri^^ 
tli«'-r<5 ill tiK'.ir g;ay(;Mt (lr''MH<'-H. 'J'lir; youn^ wofrK-.n wor^; a 
criiriMori Hcarf aroinirl tlir', ii(;a'l, wifli looj^ fririj^r-rl and cr/i 
broi<lcTC,<l (;nrlH liari^inj;^ ov(;r tliC/ HJiouMc-rK, or falling; in ono 
Mffioolli f'oM fr(;ni tli<} v,v<m\\. 'i'lif-y vvo^ro attired in M/w^k 
velvet veHtH, with full wlj't(5 HJeevcH, and nkirfH of «oni(i 
gay C(*lor, wliicli were hlr^rt enr)Uj.4i to hIiow to advan- 
ta;^e their red Htoekinj^H and [I'dinhe^d hhoir-hiieklcrH. Many 
of them werC/ not deficient I'l jjeiHonal h(taiity, and thero 
waH a j.;i|iHy liko wildncMH /.i /heir eycH, which, cornhirurd 
with their rich hair and p^racefnl roHtume,reniinfled nie of tlu; 
Italian niaidenM. 'I'he townM, too, with their open «rjnare« 
and arclujd paHHnp^eH, Jiave f|uitc a h juthern !or>k ; hnt tjio 
damp, ^loorfiy wcath'tr w-m <-.HOu^^b to diHf)el auy Illijt'.ion 
of thiH kind. 

In tlie neipjliliorhood of I^^laii, arrd^ in fact, tliron^Ii the 

whole of l'*f*liemia, we. Haw Horne of i\\<'. Htranji^(!Ht teaniH that 

could Wfdi he ima^^ine.fj. J Hiought tho Frankfort niilk- 

wonien, with their donkeyH and liearne-liko cartH, comical 

objectH enonj^h, Imt they h^ar no comparison with tliexe 

iJohemian turn-outH. DogH — for economy *h Hake, perhapH— 

generally supply the place of oxen or liorHCH, and i* ib no 

10* 



22C» VIEWS A-FOOT. 

unovMiiuiiMi lluiip: to soo tliroo lnrg*o mnstifTs nbvonst, liar 
r.ossovl to a oi>iu\trv-cart- A cUniUov niul a cow to^'othor, 
arc soiuotimos mot m ith : ami ono man. going to the Icstivnl 
of li;lau, luul his wito and oliilihon in a little -vvagon, drawn 
bv a dog nnd a donkey. Those two, howovor, did not 
work well together ; the dog Avimld hite liis lazy companion, 
and the man's time was constantly onijdoyeii in whipping 
him otVtho donkey* and in Avhipping the donkey aAvay from 
the side of the road. Once I saw a wagon drawn by a dog, 
with a Avoman pnshing behind, while a man, doubtless her 
lord and master, sat comfortably within, smoking his pipe 
Avith the greatest complacency ! The very climax of all 
Avas a Avoman and a dog harnessed f(\<::ef/ier, taking a load 
of country produce to market ! 1 hope, for the honor of the 
country, it Avas not emblematic of Avoman's condition there. 
But as Ave saAv hundreds of them breaking stone along the 
road, and occupied at other laborious and not less menial 
labor, there is too muoh reason to fear that it is so. 

As Avo approached Iglan, Ave hoard the sound of cannon ; 
the croAvd increased, and folloAving the road, Ave came to an 
open square, Avhere a large number Avero already assembled; 
shrines Avere erected around it, hung Avith pictures and pino 
boughs, ami a long procession of children AA'as pjissing doAvn 
the side as avo entered. AVe Avent toAvards the centre, 
Avhere Neptune and his Tritons poured the Avater from 
their in-ns into tAvo fountains, and stopped to obserA'e the 
Bcene. The procession came on. headed by a large body 
of priests, in Avhite robes, Avith banners and crosses. They 
stopped before the principal shrine, in front of the Rathhaus, 
and began a solemn religious ceremony. The whole ci-OAvd 



A KEW COMPAVIOV. 227 

ht not IcKB than ten tliousanrl persons, stood silent and 
uiicovci'od, and the dex»p voice of the officiating priest v/as 
heard over the whole square. At times the multitude sang 
responses, the sound swelling and rolling up like a mighty 
wave, until it broke and slowly sank down again to the 
deepest stillness. The effect was marred by the rough voices 
of the officers commanding the soldiery, and the volleys of 
musketry which were occasionally discharged, degrading 
the solemnity of the pageant to the level of a military 
parade. 

In the afternoon we were overtaken by a travelling hirid- 
wcrhe , on his way to Vienna, who joined company with us. 
We walked several miles together, talking on various mat- 
ters, without his having the least suspicion that we were not 
Germans. lie had been at Trieste, and at length began 
speaking of the great beauty of the American vessels there, 
" Yes," said I, " our vessels are admired all over the world." 
lie stared at me without comprehending ; — " your vessels ?" 
" Our country's," I replied ; " we are Americans !" I can 
still sec his look of incredulous astonishment, and hear the 
amazed tone with which he cried, " You Americans — it is 
impossible !" We convinced him nevertheless, to his great 
joy, for all through Germany there is a curiosity to see our 
countrymen and a kindly feeling towards them. " I shall 
write down in my book," said he, *' so tliat I shall never 
forget it, that I once travelled with two Americans !" We 
Btopped together for tl e night at the only inn in a large, 
beggarly village, where we obtained a frugal supper with 
difficulty ; for a regiment of Polish lancers was quartered 
there for the night, and the pretty Kdlnerin was so busy Id 



B28 vnnvs A-irooT. 

waitinjjj on lln^ t)ni('(>rM lli.-il sIk^ \\:u\ no cyc^ lor Avandoring 
journey nuM», MS slie look ns lo lu^. SlH^ rvcn told ns llu! 
ImmIs w oro all occtipii^d anil \\■(^ nuist. hIocj) on \\\o Horn'. 
.Itisl, IIkmi liu^ lainllord canio hy. *' Is it |»ossil)lo, IIimt 
JjMudlord," MsUcmI onr now foni]»anI(ni, " tluil. llu•^(^ is no hvd 
luTi^ lor ns ? Ilnvo the «;-oodnt>ss to look a;;;iin, lor \\ c aro 
not in iho liabil. of sKu^piii;;- on llu> lloor, liko doj^s ! " TliiH 
Bpooch iind its l^lV(H•t, lor lln> /vr/Zz/^v/// >vas coniniMndod lo 
lind ns IxmIs. Sho canu^ hack ninvillin^j^'ly al'hM- a linio, 
mul roj)orlod llial /mt only Avoro vacaiil. As a (jornian bod 
is only a yard Nvid(\ wo pusluMl liu^s^^ two tojj^othor, bnt they 
NVOro Htill too small for throes jx^rsons, and 1 liail a sc^voro 
t'tdd in iho nu»rniu«.»;, from sloopin{j croucluul np a|;-ainst iho 
ilaiap wall. 

Tho next tlay wo pnssod tho dividing ridgo which pcjia- 
raloa tho wators of tho lOlho iVoni tho ])annl>o, and in tho 
in'onlng arrived at Znainu iho capital of IMoravia. 'V\\i.s city 
is bnilt t)n a. stoop liill lookinj;- down on li^^ Aalii>y of tho 
'i'haya, whoso waters mingle with tho Danube near rrivss- 
burg. Tho old cantlo on tho height was fornuM-ly tho resi- 
douco of tho Moravian monarcha, and traces of tho anciont 
walla and battlenionta of tho city aro still to bo soon. Tho 
handworker took ua to tho inn froqnontod by liis craft — the 
Icathor-curriors — and we eiuj versed together initil bed-tinio. 
While telling nu^ of the oppressive laws of Austria, tho 
degrading vassalage of tho peasants, and tho horrors- of 
tho conscription system, ho paused as in dei^p thonglit, and 
looking at nie with n suppressed sigh, said, " Is it not true, 
America is free ? " I told him oi' our country and her insti- 
tutions, adding that though we wore uot yet as froo as w« 



A MlL'NRjfiN JiAHOlt. 'Z29 

I)r>j)(;(l and winlifd to he, w(i enjoyed fur more liberly ilniti 
any country in tlie worlfl. "All ! " Hnid lie, " it ih liunl to 
leave orie'H fatlierland, oppreHHcd an it \h, but I wihli 1 could 
go to Aujeriea ! " 

Wc left next morning; at i^Ijj-jit o'clock, after liavinj^ donrj 
full juHtiee lo flie, \k'(\h of tlje, "(iohh^n Hla^^," an<l tnke.u 
leave of* l-'loiian J'^aneke,, tli(; lioneHt and Ijearly old land- 
loid, Znali/i aj»j>(5arH to jrreat advant;ij^(} from the Vienna 
road •, ImiI tlie v, ind wlijfli hlevv with fury aj^ainKt our liacks, 
would not jM'rniit mh to look lon;^ at it, hut pin-hcd us on 
towardrt tluj AuKtrlan hordo-. In fjxt cfjuihe, of tliK-e hour!^ 
we were ohli^ed to htop at a little village ; it hlew a hurri- 
cane,, and ihe jain ^ici/jui to Hoak throuji;h our p^'irnientn. 
Here w(; Htayed thre(} liourK amonj; the wagoners, mIio 
had Htoj*ped on account of the we/ither. One niiKerahle, 
djunken wretcdi, wliowe face waH diHgUKtingly hrutal <'ii.<l 
repulKive,, diKtinguiHhed hiiuKtdf hy insulting lho,s<; a)r;und 
liini, an<l devouring like, a heaHt, large qiiantitieH of food 
\Vh(;n the reckoning waH giv<',n hini, h**. declarejl \i'.; \im\ a], 
ready }>aid, and on the waiter denyirig it, Haid, •' Sto]>, I w ill 
kIiow you Kornethirig !" pulled out hin pannport and jjointcd 
to the name — " liaron von UeitzenHtein." It availed nothing ; 
he had fallen ro low thnt hiw title irifipircd no respect, and 
when we left the Inn they w<',re Btill endeavoring to get their 
money, and threat(!ning him with a Kummary proceeding if 
the demand wan not com])li(;d with. 

Next morning the wky was clear, and a glorious day opened 
before us. llic countiy became more beautiful an we ap 
proached tlie l)anube; the hillH were covered with vine- 
yards, just in tlie fender f/vcrw r,f (heir first lerive.s, and th« 



230 VIEW3 A-FOOT. 

rich valleys lay in Sabbath stillness in the warm sunshine. 
Sometimes from an eminence we could see far and wide over 
the garden-like slopes, where little white villages shone 
among the blossoming fruit-trees. A chain of blue hills arose 
in front, and I knew almost instinctively that they stood by 
the Danube ; but when we climbed to the last height and 
began to descend to the valley, where the river was still 
hidden by luxuriant groves, I saw far to the southwest, a 
range of faint, silvery summits, rising through the dim ether 
like an airy vision, There was no mistaking those snowy 
mountains. My heart bounded with a sudden thrill of rap- 
turous excitement at this first view of the Alps ! They were 
at a great distance, and their outline was almost blended with 
tlie blue drapery of air which clothed them. I gazed until 
my vision became dim, and I could no longer trace their airy 
lines. They called up images blended with the grandest 
events in the world's history. I thought of the glorious 
spirits who have looked upon them and trodden their rugged 
sides — of the storms in which they veil their countenances, 
and the avalanches they hurl thundering to the valleys — of 
the voices of great deeds, which have echoed from their 
crags over the wide earth — and of tlie ages which have 
broken, like the waves of a mighty sea, upon their ever- 
lasting summits ! 

As we descended, the hills and forests shut out this sub- 
lime vision, and I looked to the Avood-clothed mountains 
opposite and tried to catch a glimpse of the current that roll- 
ed at their feet. We here entered upon a rich plain, about 
ten miles in diameter, which lay between a backward sweep 
of the hills and a curve of the Danube. It was covered 



ARRIVAL AT VIENKA. 231 

with the richest grain, every thing wore the luxuriance of 
summer, and we seem to have changed seasons since 
leaving the dreary hills of Bohemia. Continuing over the 
plain, we had on our left the fields of Wagram and Essling, 
the scene of two of Napoleon's splendid victories. The out- 
posts of the Carpathians skirted the horizon — that great 
mountain range which stretches through Hungary to the 
borders of Russia. 

■ At length the road came to the river's side, and we crossed 
on wooden bridges over two or three arms of the Danube, 
all of which together were little wider than the Schuylkill 
at Philadelphia. When we crossed the last bridge, we 
came to an island covered with groves of the silver ash. 
Crowds of people filled the cool walks ; booths of refresh- 
ment stood by the roadside, and music was everywhere 
heard. The road finally terminated in a circle, where 
beautiful alleys radiated into the groves ; from the opposite 
side a broad street lined with stately buildings extended 
into the heart of the city, and through this avenue, filled 
with crowds of carriages and people on their way to those 
delightful walks, we entered Vienna ! 



CHAPTER XXIII. 

VIENNA. 

Vienna— The Ferdinand's Bridge— The Streets— The Old City- The Suburbs— Beau- 
ty of the Prater — St. Stephen's Cathedral — The Belvidere Gallery — The Lower 
Belvidere — Historical Eelics — The Respectful Custode — The Iron Stick — Strauss 
and his Band — The Tomb of Beethoven — Galleries of Art — The Imperial Library 
^Cabinet of Natural Historj* — State Carriages of Austria — Prince Liechtenstein's 
Gallery — Correggio's Yenus and Cupid — The Imperial Armory — The Crusty Custode 
— A Pole — Eelics of the Past — Banners of the Crusaders — A Scene at the Police 
Office — ^Light Hearts and Empty Purses. 

Vienna, May 31, 184 5. 
I HAVE at last seen tlie tll0^^sand wonders of this great capi- 
tal — this German Paris — this connecting link between the 
civilization of Europe and the barbaric magnificence of the 
East. It is pleasant to be again in a city whose streets are 
thronged with people, and resound with the din and bustle 
of business. Although the end may be sordid for which so 
many are laboring, yet the very sight of so much activity is 
gratifying. It is peculiarly so to an American. After 
residing in a foreign land for sometime, the peculiarities of 
our nation are more easily noticed ; I find in my countrymen 
abroad a vein of restless energy — a love for exciting action 



THE STREETS OP VIENNA. 233 

—which to many of our good German friends is perfectly 
incomprehensible. It may have been this activity which 
gave me at once a favorable impression of Vienna. 

The morning of our arrival we sallied out from our lodg- 
ings in the Leopoldstadt, to explore the world before us. 
Entering the broad Praterstrasse, we passed down to the, 
little arm of the Danube, which separates this part of the 
new city from the old. A row of magnificent coffee-houses 
occupies the bank, and numbers of persons were taking their 
breakfasts in the shady porticoes. The Ferdinand's Bridge, 
which crosses the stream, was filled with people ; and in the 
motley crowd we saw the dark-eyed Greek, and Turks in 
their turbans and flowing robes. Little brown Hungarian 
boys were selling bunches of lilies, and Italians with baskets 
of oranges stood by the sidewalk. The throng became 
greater as we penetrated into the old city. The streets 
were filled with carts and carriages, and as there are no 
side-walks, it required constant attention to keep out of their 
way. Splendid shops, fitted up with great taste, occupied 
the whole of the lower stories, and goods of all kinds hung 
beneath the canvas awnings in front of them. Almost 
every store or shop was dedicated to some particular person 
or place, which was represented on a large panel by the 
door. The number of these paintings added much to the 
brilliancy of the scene ; and I was gratified to find, among 
the images of kings and dukes, one dedicated " to the Ameri- 
can,** with an Indian chief in full costume. 

The Ahstadt, or old city, which contains about sixty 
thousand inhabitants, is completely separated from the sub- 
urbs, the population of which, taking the whole extent within 



234 VIEWS A-rooT. 

tlie outer barrier, numbers nearly half a million. Tlie eld 
city is situated on a small arm of tlie Danube, and is encom- 
passed by a series of public promenades, gardens and walks, 
varying from a quarter to half a mile in length, called the 
Glacis. This once formed part of the fortifications of the 
city, but as the suburbs grew up so rapidly on all sides, it 
was appropriately changed to a public walk. It is a beauti- 
ful sight, to stand on the summit of the wall and look over 
the broad Glacis, with its shady roads branching in every 
direction, and filled with inexhaustible streams of people. 
The Vorstaedte, or new cities, stretch in a circle around, 
beyond this ; all the finest buildings front on the Glacis, 
among which the splendid Vienna Theatre and the church 
of San Carlo Borromeo are conspicuous. The mountains 
of the Vienna Forest bound the view, with here and there a 
stately castle on their woody summits. 

There is no lack of places for pleasure and amusement. 
Besides the numberless walks of the Glacis, there are the 
Imperial Gardens, with their cool shades and flowers and 
fountains; the Augarten, laid out and opened to tli6 jD^^^lic 
by the Emperor Joseph : and the Prater, the largest and 
most beautiful of all. It lies on an island formed by the 
arms of the Danube, and is between two and three m.iles 
square. From the circle at the end of the Praterstrasse, 
broad carriage-ways extend through its forests of oak and 
silver ash, and over its verdant lawns to the principal stream, 
which bounds it on the north. These roads are lined with 
stately horse-chestnuts, whose branches unite and form a 
dense canopy, completely shutting out the sun. Every 
afternoon the beauty and nobility of Vienna whirl through 



THE PRATER. 23fi 

the cool groves in their gay equipages, while the sidewalks 
arc thronged Avith pedestrians, and the numberless tables 
and seats with which every liouse of refreshment is sur- 
rounded, are filled with merry guests. Here, on Sundays 
and holidays, the people repair in thousands. The woods 
arc full of tame deer, Avhich run perfectly free over the 
whole Prater. I saw several in one of the lawns, lying 
'iown in the grass, with a number of children playing 
around or sitting beside them. It is delightful to walk 
tliere in the cool of the evening, when the paths are crowd- 
ed, and everybody is enjo3'ing the release from the dusty 
city. It is this free, social life which renders Vienna so at- 
tractive to foreigners, and yearly draws thousands of visitors 
from all parts of Europe. 

St. Stephen's Cathedral, in the centre of the old cit3% is 
one of the finest specimens of Gothic architecture in Ger- 
many. Its unrivalled tower, which rises to the height of 
four hundred and twenty-eight feoA, is visible from every 
part of Vienna. It is entirely of stone, most elaborately 
ornamented, and is supposed to be the strongest in Europe. 
The inside is solemn and grand •, but the effect is injured by 
the number of small chapels and shrines. In one of these 
rest the remains of Prince Eugene of Savoy, " der eJle 
Ritte?'," known in a ballad to every man, woman and child 
in Germany. 

The Belvidere Gallery fills thirty-five halls, and contains 
three thousand pictures. It is absolutely bewildering to 
walk through such vast collections ; you can do no more 
than glance at each painting, and hurry by face after face, 
and figure after figure, on which you would willingly gaze 



:?38 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

for hours and inliale the atmosphere of beauty that surrounds 
them. Then after you leave, the brahi is filled with thcif 
forms — radiant faces look upon you, and you see constaTitly 
in fancy, the calm brow of a ]\Iadonna, the sweet young 
face of a child, or the blending of divine with mortal beauty 
iu an angel's countenance, I endeavor, if possible, always 
to make several visits — to study those pictures which cling 
first to the memory, and pass over those which make 
little or no impression. It is better to have a few images 
fiesh and enduring, than a confused and indistinct memory 
of many. 

The Lower Belvidere, separated from the Ipper by a 
large garden, laid out in the style of that at Versailles, con- 
tains the celebrated Amhraser Saminhmgy a collection of 
armor. In the first hall I noticed the complete armor of 
the Emperor Maximilian, for man and horse — the armor of 
Charles V., and Prince Moritz of Saxony, while the walls 
were filled with figures of German nobles and knights, in 
rtie suits they wore in life. There is also the armor of the 
great *' Baver of Trient," trabant of the Archduke Ferdi 
nand.- He was nearly nine feet in stature, and his spear, 
though not equal to Satan's in Paradise Lost, would still 
make a tree of tolerable dimensions. In the second hall 
we saw weapons taken from the Turkish army who besieged 
Vienna, with the horse-tail standards of the Grand Vizier, 
Kara Mustapha. The most interesting article was the 
battle-axe of the unfortunate Montezuma, which was pro- 
bably given to the Emperor Charles V. by Oortez. It is a 
plain instrument of dark colored stone, about three feet 
long- 



RELICS OF PAST HISTORY. 237 

We also visited the Burgcrliclt^ Zeugkaui, a collection 
of arms and weapons, belonging to the citizens of Vienna. 
It contains sixteen thousand weapons and suits of armor, 
including those plundered from the Turks, when John Sobl 
eski conquered them and relieved Vienna from the siege. 
Besides a great number of sabres, lances and horse-tails, 
there is the blood-red banner of tlie Grand Vizier, as well 
as his skull and shroud, which is covered with sentences from 
the Koran. On his return to Belgrade, after the defeat at 
Vienna, the Sultan sent him a bow-string, and he was ac- 
cordingly strangled. The Austrians having taken Belgrade 
some time after, they opened his grave and carried off his 
skull and shroud as well as the bow-string, as relics 
Another large and riclily embroidered banner, which hung 
in a broad sheet from the ceiling, was far more interesting to 
me. It had once waved from the vessels of the Knights 
of Malta, and had, perhaps, on the prow of the Grand 
Master's ship, led that romantic band to battle against the 
Infidel. 

A large number of peasants and common soldiers were ad- 
mitted to view the armory at the same time. The grave 
custode wlio showed us the curiosities, explaining every thing 
in phrases known by heart for years and making the same 
starts of admiration whenever he came to any thing peculiar- 
ly remarkable, singled us out as the two persons most worthy 
cf attention. Accordingly his remarks were directed entirely 
to us, and his humble countrymen might as well have been 
invisible, for the notice he took of them. On passing out. 
we gave him a coin worth about fifteen cents, which hap- 
pened to be so much jnore than the otherg gave hiin, that, 



238 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

bowing graciously, he invited ns to write our names in thft 
album for strangers. While we were doing this, a poor hand 
werker lingered behind, apparently for the same object 
whom he scornfully dismissed, shaking the coin in his hand, 
and saying : '* The album is not for such as you — it is for 
noble gentlemen !" 

On our way throiigh the city, we often noticed a house on 
the southern side of St. Stephen's Platz, dedicated to '* the 
Iron Stick." In a niche by the window stood what ap- 
peared to be the limb of a tree, completely filled with nails, 
which were driven in so thick that no part of the original 
wood is visible. Yf e learned afterwards the legend concern- 
ing it. The Vienna Forest is said to have extended, several 
hundred years ago, to this place. A locksmith's apprentice 
was enabled, by the devil's help, to make the iron bars and 
padlock which confine the limb in its place ; every lock- 
smith's apprentice Avho came to Vienna after that, drove a 
nail into it, until finally there was room for no more. It is 
a singular legend, and whoever may have placed the limb 
there originally, there it has remained for two or three hundred 
years at least. 

We spent two or three hours delightfully one evening in 
listening to Strauss's band. We went about sunset to the 
Odeon, a new building in the Leopoldstadt. It has a refresh- 
ment hall nearly five hundred feet long, with a handsome 
fresco ceiling and glass doors opening into a garden walk of 
the same length. Both the hall and garden were filled with 
tables, where the people seated themselves as they came, 
and conversed sociably over their coffee and wine. The 
.orchestra was pLaced in a little ornamental temple in the 



BTRAUS8 AND HiS BAND. 23ft 

garden, in front of which I stationed myself, for T was anxi. 
ous to see the world's waltz-king, whose magic tones set the 
heels of half Christendom in motion. After the band finished 
tuning their instruments, a middle-sized, handsome man 
stepped forward with long strides, with a violin in one hand 
and bow in the other, and began waving the latter up and 
down, like a magician summoning his spirits. As if he had 
waved the sound out of his bow, the tones leaped forth from 
the instruments, and guided by his eye and hand, fell into a 
merry measure. The accuracy with which every instrument 
performed its part, was truly marvellous. He could not have 
struck the measure or the harmony more certainly from the 
keys of his own piano, than from that large band. Some- 
times the air was so exquisitely light and bounding, that the 
feet could scarcely keep on the earth ; then it sank into a 
mournful lament, with a 6 obbiiig tremulousness, and died 
away in a long-breathed sigh. Strauss seemed to feel the 
music in every limb. He would wave his fiddle-bow awhile, 
then commence playing with desperate energy, moving his 
whole body to the measure, until the sweat rolled from his 
brow. A book was lying on the stand before him, but he 
made no use of it. He often glanced around with a half- 
triumphant smile at the restless crowd, whose feet could 
scarcely be restrained from bounding to the magic measure. 
It was the horn of Oberon realized. 

The company, which consisted of several hundred, ap« 
peared to be full of enjoyment. They sat under the trees 
in the calm, cool twilight, with the stars twinkling above, 
and talked and laughed together during the pauses of the 
music, or strolled up and down the lighted alleys. We 



240 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

walked up and down with tliem, and tliought how mucli we 
should enjoy sucli a scene at home, where the faces around 
as would be those of friends, and the language our mothei 
tongue I 

We went a long way through the suburbs one brigh^ 
afternoon to a little cemetery about a mile from the city, to 
find the grave of Beethoven. On ringing at the gate, a girl 
admitted us into the grounds, in which are many monu- 
ments of noble families who have vaults there. I passed up 
the narrow walk, reading the inscriptions, till I came to the 
tomb of Franz Clement, a young composer, who died two or 
three years ago. On turning again, my eye fell instantly 
on the word " Beethoven," in golden letters, on a tomb- 
stone of gray marble. A simple gilded lyre decorated the 
pedestal, above which was a serpent encircHng a butterfly— 
the emblem of resurrection to eternal life. Here, then, 
mouldered the remains of that restless spirit, who seemed to 
have strayed to earth from another clime, from such a 
height did he draw his glorious conceptions. The perfection 
he sought for here in vain, he has now attained in a world 
where the soul is freed from the bars which bind it in thiSc 
There were no flowers planted around the tomb by those 
who revered his genius ; only one wreath, withered and 
dead, lay among the grass, as if left long ago by some 
solitary pilgrim, and a few wild buttercups hung with their 
bright blossoms over the slab. I could not resist the 
temptation to pluck one or two, while the old grave-diggei 
was busy preparing a new tenement. I thought that othei 
buds would open in a few days, but those I took would be 
treasured many a year as sacred relics, A few paces off is 



GALLERIES OF ART, 241 

the. grave of Schubert, the composer, whose beautiful songs 
are heard all over Germany. 

It would employ one constantly for a week to visit all tha 
rich collections of art in Vienna- They are All open to the 
public on certain days, and ive hn^e been kept in perpetual 
motion running from one part of the city to another, in 
order to arrive at some gallery at the appointed time 
Tickets, which must often be procured in quite different 
parts of the city, are necessary for admittance to many : 
and on applying after much trouble and search, we fre- 
quently found that we came at the wrong hour, and must 
leave without effecting our object. We employed no guide, 
but preferred finding everything ourselves. We made a list 
every morning of the collections open during the day, and 
employed the rest of the time in visiting the churches and 
public gardens, or rambling through the suburbs. 

We visited the Imperial Library a day or two ago. The 
hall is 245 feet long, with a magnificent dome in the centre, 
under which stands the statue of Charles V., of Carrara 
marble, surrounded by twelve other monarchs of the house 
of Hapsburg. The walls are of variegated marble, richly 
ornamented with gold, and the ceiling and dome are covered 
with brilliant fresco paintings. The library numbers 300,000 
volumes, and 16,000 manuscripts, which are kept in walnut 
cases, gilded and adorned with medallions. The rich and 
harmonious effect of the whole cannot easily be imagined. 
It is exceedingly appropriate that a hall of such splendor 
should be used to hold a library. The pomp of a palace 
may seem hollow and vain, for it is but the dwelling of a 
man ; but no building can be too magnificent for the hun' 

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242 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

deeds of great and immortal spirits, who have visited eartl 
during thirty centuries, to inhabit. 

We also visited the Cabinet of Natural History, which is 
open twice a week " to all respectably dressed persons," i^ 
the notice at the door says. But Heaven forbid that I should 
attempt to describe what we saw there. The Mineral Cabi- 
net had a greater interest ) me, inasmuch as it called up 
the recollections of many a schoolboy ramble over the hills 
and into all kinds of quarries, far and near. It is said to be 
the most perfect collection in existence. I was pleased to 
find many old acq laintances there, from the mines of Penn- 
sylvania : Massachusetts and New York were also very well 
represented. I had no idea before, that the mineral wealth 
of Austria was so great. Besides the iron an! lead mines 
among the hills of Styria and the quicksilver of Idria, there 
is no small amount of gold and silver, and the Carpathian 
mountains are rich in jasper, opal and lapiz lazuli. The 
largest opal ever found, was in this collection. It weighs 
thirty-four ounces, and looks like a condensed rainbow. 

In passing the palace, we saw several persons entering the 
basement story under the Library, and had the curiosity to 
follow them. By so doing, we saw the splendid equipages 
of the house of Austria. There must have been near a 
hundred carriages and sleds, of every shape and style, from 
the heavy, square vehicle of the last century, to the most 
light and elegant conveyance of the present day. One 
clumsy but magnificent machine, of crimson and gold, was 
pointed out as being a hundred and fifty years old. The 
misery we witnessed in starving Bohemia, formed a striking 
contrast to all this splendor. 



PRINCE LIKCIITE>:STE7N''S GALLERY. 243 

IjGsidcs the Imperial Picture Galleiy, there are several 
belonging to princes and noblemen in Vienna, which arc 
scarcely less valuable. The most important of these is that 
of Prince Liechtenstein, which we visited yesterday. We 
applied at the porter's lodge for admittance to the gallery, 
but he refused io open it for two persons. As we did not 
wish a long TraV.i for nothing, we determined to wait foi 
other visitors. Presently a gentleman and lady came 
and inquired if the gallery was open. We told them 
it would probably be opened now, although the porter 
required a larger number. The gentleman went to seek 
him, and presently returned, saying : ** He will come imme- 
diately ; I thought best to put the number a little higher, 
and so I told him there were six of us !"' Having little 
artistic knowledge of paintings, I judge of them according to 
the effect they produce upon me — in proportion as they 
gratify the natural instinctive love of the Beautiful. I have 
been therefore disappointed in some painters whose names 
are widely known, and surprised again to find works of 
great beauty by others of smaller fame. Judging by such 
a standard, I should say that " Cupid sleeping in the lap of 
Venus," by Correggio, is the glory of this collection. The 
beautiful limbs of the boy-god droop in the repose of slum- 
ber, as ' . head rests on his mother's knee, and there is a 
smile lingering around his half-parted lips, as if he was 
dreaming new triumphs. The face is not that of the wicked, 
mischief-loving child, but rather a sweet cherub, bringing a 
blessing to all he visits. The figure of the goddess is ex- 
quisite. Her countenance, unearthly in its loveliness, 
expresses the tenderness of a young mother, as she sits 



244 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

mi]\ one fmgcr pressed on iier rosy lip, watclilng Ins 
slumber. 

One of the most interesting objects in Vienna, is the 
Imperial Armory. We were admitted by means of tickets 
previously procured from the Armory Direction. Around 
the wall on the inside, is suspended the enormous chain 
which the Turks stretched across the Danube at Buda, in 
the year 1529, to obstruct the navigation. It has eight thou- 
sand links, and is nearly a mile in length, The court is filled 
with cannon of all shapes and sizes, many of Avhicli were 
conquered from other nations. I saw a great many v/hich 
were cast during the French Revolution, with the words 
*' Lihertil Egalite T npoiv them, and a number of others 
bearing the simple letter **N.'* 

Finally, a company which had precedence of us, finished 
their sight-seeing, and the forty or fifty persons who had 
collected during the interval were admitted. The Armory 
is a hollow square, and must be at least a quarter of a mil 3 
in length. We were taken into a circular hall, made 
entirely of weapons, to represent the four quarters of the 
globe. Here the crusty old guide who admitted us, rapped 
with his stick on the shield of an old knight who stood near, 
to keep silenpe, and then addressed us: "When I speak 
every one must be silent. No one can write or draw any- 
thing. No one shall touch anything, or go to look at any- 
thing else, before I have done speaking. Otherwise, they 
shall be taken immediately into the street again ! " Thus 
in every hall he rapped and scolded, driving the women to 
one side with his stick and the men to the other, until we 
had nearly completed the tour ( f \^'i\^ halls, when the thought 



THE CRUSTY CUSTOEE. 24 A 

of the coming fee made him a little more polite. lie had a 
regular set of descriptions by heart, which he delivered with 
a great flourish, pointing particularly to the common military 
caps of the late Emperors of Prussia and Austria, as "treasure.i 
beyond all price to the nation ! " Whereupon, the crowd 
of common people gazed reverently on the sliabby beavers^ 
and I verily believe, would have devoutly kissed them, had 
the glass covering been removed. I happened to be next to 
a tall, dignified young man, who looked on all this with a 
displeasure amounting to contempt. Seeing I was a for- 
eigner, he spoke, in a low tone, bitterly of the Austrian 
government. " You are not then an Austrian ? " I asked, 
•* No, thank God ! " was the reply ; " but I have seen 
enough of Austrian tyranny. I am a Pole ! " 

Some of the halls represent a fortification, with walls, 
ditches, and embankments, made of muskets and swords, 
A long room in the second wing contains an encampment; 
in which twelve or fifteen large tents are formed in like 
manner. Along the sides are grouped old Austrian ban- 
ners, standards taken from the French, and horse-tails and 
flags captured from the Turks. '* They make a great boast/' 
said the Pole. " of a half dozen French colors, but let them 
go to the Ilopital des Invalides, in Paris, and they will 
find hundreds of the best banners of Austria ! " They also 
exhibited the armor of a dwarf king of Bohemia and Hun- 
gary, who died, a gray -headed old man, in his twentieth 
year ; the sword of Marlborough ; the coat of Gustavua 
Adolphus, pierced in the breast and back with the bullet 
which killed him at Liitzen ; the armor of the old Bohemian 
princess Libussa and that of the amazon Wlaska, with a 



246 VIEWS A-FOOTo 

steel vizoi made to fit the features of her face. The last 
wing was the most remarkable. Here we saw the helm and 
breastplate of Attila, king of the Huns, which once gleamed 
at the head of his myriads of Avild hordes, before the walls 
of Rome ; the armor of Count Stahrembergs who com- 
manded Vienna during the Turkish siege in 1529, and the 
holy banner of Mahomet, taken at that time from the Grand 
Vizier, together with the steel harness of John Sobieski> of 
Poland, who rescued Vienna from the Turkish troops under 
Kara Mustapha ; the hat, sword, and breastplate of Godfrey 
of Bouillon, the Crusader-king of Jerusalem^ with the ban- 
ners of the cross the Crusaders had borne to Palestine, and 
the standard they captured from the Turks on the walls of 
the Holy City ! I felt all my boyish enthusiasm for the 
romantic age of the Crusaders revive, as I looked on the 
torn and mouldering banners which had once waved on the 
hills of Judea, or perhaps followed Ihe sword of the Lion 
Heart through the fight on the field of Ascalon ! Vv^hat 
tales could they not telL those old standards, cut and 
shivered by spear and lance ! What brave hands have 
carried them through the storm of battle, what dying eyes 
have looked upwards to the cross on their folds, as th© 
last prayer was breathed for the rescue of the Holy Se- 
pulchre ! 

I must now close the catalogue. This morning we shall 
fook upon Vienna for the last time. Our knapsacks are 
repacked, and the passports (precious documents !) vised for 
Munich. The getting of this vise, however, caused a comi- 
cal scene at the Police Office, yesterdayo We entered the 
Inspector's Hall and took our stand quietly among the 



SCENE AT THE POLICE OFFICE. 24^ 

crowd of persons who were gathered around a railing which 
separated them from the main office. One of the clerks 
came up, scowling at us, and asked in a rough tone, **What 
do you want here ? " We handed him our tickets of sojourn 
(for when a traveller spends more than twenty-four hours in 
a German city, he must take out a permission and pay for 
it), with the request that he would give us our passports 
He glanced over the tickets, came back, and with constrained 
politenesss asked us to step within the railing. Here we 
were introduced to the Chief Inspector. " Desire Herr 

■ to come here," said he to a servant ; then turning to 

us, " I am happy to see the gentlemen in Vienna." An 
officer immediately came up, who addressed us in fluent 
English. "You may speak in your native tongue," said 
the Inspector : — 'excuse our neglect; from the facility with 
which you speak German, we supposed you were natives of 
Austria ! " Our passports were signed at once and given us 
with a gracious bow, accompanied by the hope that we 
would visit Vienna again before long. All this, of course, 
was perfectly unintelligible to the wondering crowd outside 
the railing. Seeing, however, the honors we were receiving 
they fell back, and respectfully made room for us to pasn 
out. I kept a grave face until we reached the bottom of 
the stairs, when I gave way to restrained laughter in s 
manner that shocked the dignity of the guard, who looken 
savagely at me over his forest of moustache. I wouhl 
nevertheless have felt grateful for the attention we receivec^ 
as Americans, were it not for our uncourteous reception asi 
suspected Austrians. 

We have just been enjoying a hearty laugh again 



248 VIEWS k'FOOi 

though from a very different cause, and one which, accord 
ing to common custom, ought rather to draw forth tears or 

at least sighs and groans. This morning B suggested 

an examination of our funds, for we had neglected keeping 
a strict account, and what with being cheated in Bohemia 
and tempted by the amusements of Vienna, there was an 
apparent dwindling away. So we emptied our pockets, 
counted up the contents, and found we had just ten florins, 
or four dollars apiece. The thought of our situation, away 
in the heart of Austria, five hundred miles from our Frank- 
fort home, seems irresistibly laughablcc By allowing twenty 
days for the journey, we shall have half a florin (twenty 
cents) a day for our travelling expenses. This is a homoeopa- 
thic allowance, indeed, but there is nothiag to be done, ex- 
cept to make the attempt. So now adie?v, Vienna I In two 
hours we shall be among the hills again. 



CU AFTER XXIV. 

UP THE DANUBE. 

k Strong Wind— Tho Palace of Sch.'.nbrunn— The Abbey of Melk— The Lujmry oi 
Foot-Travel — Amciican Scenery— Ilcncoutre \vith Bohemian Gipsies — Dar.iib!<»n 
Landscapes— The Styiian Alps— Holy Florian— Votive blirines— Liiiz and itsTowcra 
—More Money Wanted— Lambach— A Mountain Portrait— Falls ol" the Trauu— Dat- 
tie-Field of the Unknown Student. 

We passed out of Vienna in the face of one of the strongest 
winds it was ever my lot to encounter. It swept across the 
plain with such force that we found it ahuost impossible to 
advance until we got under the lee of a range of liills, 
About two miles from the barrier we passed Schonbrunn, 
the Austrian Versailles. It was built by the Empress Maria 
'I'h'-rcsa, and was the rrsideuoe of Napoleon in 1809, when 
Vienna was in the hands of the French. Later, in 1832, 
Jie Duke of Rrichstadt died in the same room which his 
father once occupied. Behind the palace is a magnificent 
f^arden, at the foot of a hill covered with rich forests and 
crowned with an open pillared hall, three hundred feet long 
called the Gloriette, The colossal eagle which surmounts it 
tan be seen a great distance. 
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250 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

The lovely valley in wliicli Schonbrunn lies, follows the 
course of the little river Vienna into the heart of that moun- 
tain region lying between the Styrian Alps and the Danube, 
and called the Vienna Forest. Into this our road led between 
hills covered with wood, with here and there a lovely green 
meadow, where herds of cattle were grazing. On the third 
day we -came to the Danube again at Melk, a little city built 
under the edge of a steep hill, on the summit of which 
stands the palace-like abbey of the Benedictine Monks. 
The old friars must have had a merry life of it, for the wine- 
cellar of the abbey furnished the French army 50,000 
measures for several days in succession. The shores of the 
Danube here are extremely beautiful. Although not so 
picturesc[ue as the Rhine, the scenery of the Danube is on a 
grander scale. On the south side the mountains bend down 
to it with a majestic sweep, and there must be delightful 
glances into the valleys that lie between, in passing down its 
current. 

But we soon left the river, and journeyed on through tlie 
enchanting inland vales. To give an idea of the glorious 
enjoyment of travelling through such scenes, let me copy a 
leaf out of my journal, written as we rested at noon on the 
top of a lofty hill : — " Here, while the delightful mountain 
breeze that comes fresh from the Alps cools my forehead, 
and the pines around are sighing their eternal anthem, I 
seize a few moments to describe the paradise around me. . 1 
have felt an elevation of mind and spirit, an unmixed 
rapture, from morning till night, since we left Vienna. It 
is the brightest and balmiest June weather ; a fresh breeze 
sings through the trees and waves the ripening gr^in on the 



THE LUXURY OF FOOT-TKAVEL- 251 

verdant meadows and liill-slopes= The air is filled with 
bird-music. The larks sing above us out of sight, the bull- 
finch wakes his notes in the grove, and at eve the nightin- 
gale pours forth her passionate strain. The meadows are 
literally covered with flowers — beautiful purple salvias, 
pinks such as we have at home in our gardens, and glowing 
buttercups, color the banks of every stream. I never saw 
richer or more luxuriant foliage. Magnificent forests clothe 
the hills, and the villages are embosomed in fruit trees, 
shrubbery and flowers Sometimes we go for miles through 
some enchanting valley, lying like a paradise between the 
mountains, while the distant, white Alps look on it from 
afar ; sometimes over swelling ranges of hills, where we can 
see to the right the valley of the Danube, threaded by his 
silver current and dotted with white cottages and glittering 
spireS; and farther beyond, the blue mountains of the Bohe- 
mian Forest. To the left, the range of the Styrian Alps 
stretches along the sky, summit above summit, the farther 
ones robed in perpetual snow. I never tire gazing on these 
glorious hills. They fill the soul with a sense of sublimity, 
such as one feels when listening to triumphal music. They 
seem like the marble domes of a mighty i a ige of temples, 
where Earth worships her Maker with an organ-anthem of 
storms ! 

" There is an exquisite luxury in travelling here. We 
walk all day through such scenes, resting often in the shade 
of the fruit trees which line the road, or on a mossy bank 
by the side of some cool forest. Sometimes for enjoyment 
as well as variety, we make our dining-place by a clear 
spring instead of within a smoky taveiui ; and our simple 



252 VIKWB A-FOOT. 

meals have a relish an epicure conld never attnino Away 
with your railroads and steamboats and mail-coaches, or keep 
them for those who have no eye but for the sordid interests 
of life! With my knapsack and pilgrim-staff, I ask not 
their aid. If a mind and soul full of rapture with beauty, 
a frame in glowing and vigorous health, and slumbers un- 
broken even by dreams, are blessings any one would attain, 
let him shoulder his knapsack and walk through Lower 
Austria !'* 

I have never been so fttrongly and constantly reminded 
of America, as during this journey. Perhaps tlie balmy 
season, the same in which I last looked upon the dear 
scenes of home, may have its effect ; but there is also a rich- 
ness in the forests and waving fields of grain, a wild luxu- 
riance in every landscape, which I have seen nowhere else 
in Europe. The large farm houses, buried in orchards, 
scattered over the valleys, add to the effect. Everything 
seems to speak of happiness and prosperity. 

We were met one morning by a band of wandfii'ing Bo- 
hemian gipsies — the first of the kind I ever saw. A young 
woman with a small child in her arms came directly up to 
me, and looking full in my face with her wild black eyes, 
said, without any preface : " Yes, he too has met with sor- 
row and trouble already, and will still have more. But he 
is not false — he is true and sincere, and will also meet with 
good luck !■" She said she could tell me three numbers 
with which I should buy a lottery ticket and win a great 
prize. I told her I would have nothing to do with the lot- 
tery, and would buy no ticket, but she persisted, saying; 

Has he a twenty kreutzer piece ? — will he give it ? Lay 



DANUBIAN LANDSCAPES, 253 

ft in his liand and make a cross over it, and I will reveal the 
numbers !" On my refusal, she became angry, and left me, 
saying : " Let liim take care — on the third day something 
will happen to him !" An old, wrinkled hag made the same 
proposition to my companion with no better success. They 
reminded me strikingly of our Indians ; their complexion is 
a dark brown, and their eyes and hair are black as night. 
These belonged to a small tribe who wander through the 
forests of Bohemia, and support themselves by cheating and 
stealing. 

We stopped on the fourth night at Enns, a small city on 
the river of the same name, which divides Upper from 
Lower Austria. After leaving the beautiful little village 
where we passed the previous night, the road ascended one 
of those long ranges of hills, which stretch off from the 
Danube towards the Alps, We walked for miles over the 
broad and uneven summit, enjoying the enchanting view 
which opened on both sides. If we looked to the right, 
we could trace the windings of the Danube for twenty miles, 
his current studded with green, wooded islands ; white cities 
nestled at the foot of the hills, which, covered to the summits 
with grain-fields and vineyards, extended back one behind 
another, till the farthest were lost in the distance. I was 
glad we had taken the way from Vienna to Linz by land, 
for from the heights we had a view of the whole course of 
the Danube, enjoying besides the beauty of the inland vales 
and the far-off Styrian Alps, From the hills we crossed 
we could see the snowy range as far as the Alps of Salzburg 
i — some of them seemed robed to the very base in their white 
mantles. In the morning the glaciers on their summit gilt* 



Hv 



264 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

tered like stars ; it was the first time I saw the sun reflected 
at a hundred miles' distance ! 

On descending the ridge we came into a garden-like plain, 
over which rose the towers of Enns, built by the ransom- 
money paid to Austria for the deliverance of the lion-hearted 
E-icliard. The country, legends say that St. Florian was 
thrown into the river by the Itomans in the third century^ 
with a millstone around his neck, wliichs however, held him 
abDVe the water like cork, until he had finished preaching 
thcin a sermon. In the villages we often saw his image 
painted on the houses, in the act of pouring a pail of water 
on a burning building, with the inscription beneath — *' Oh, 
holy Florian, pray for us !" This was supposed to be a 
charm against fire. In Upper Austria, it is customary to erect 
a shrine on the road, wherever an accident has happened, 
with a descriptive painting, and an admonition to all travel- 
lers to pray for the soul of the unfortunate person. On one 
of them, for instance, was a cart with a wild ox, which a man 
"v^as holding by the horns ; a woman kneeling by the wheels 
appeared to be drawing a little girl by the feet from under 
it, and the inscription stated : " By calling on Jesus, Mary 
and Joseph, the girl was happily rescued." Many of the 
shrines had images which the people no doubt, in their igno 
ranee and simplicity, considered holy, but to us they were 
impious and almost blasphemous. 

From Enns a morning's walk brought us to Linz. The 
peasant girls in their broad straw hats were weeding the 
young wheat, looking as cheerful and contented as tlie larks 
that sang above them. A mile or two from Linz we passed 
one or two of tlie round towers belonging to the new fortifi- 



LINZ ASD ITS TOWERS. 255 

cations of tlie citj. As walls have grown out of fasliion, 
Duke Maximilian substituted an invention of his own. The 
city is surrounded by thirty-two towers, one to three miles 
distant from it, and so placed that they form a complete line 
of communication and defence. They are sunk in the earth, 
surrounded with a ditch and embankments, and each is capa- 
ble of containing ten cannon and three hundred men. The 
pointed roofs of these towers are seen on all the hills around. 
We were obliged to give up our passports at the barrier, the 
i)fficer telling us to call for them in three hours at the Citj; 
Police Office ; we spent the intervening time very agreeably in 
rambling through the gay, cheerful-looking town. WiJi its 
gilded spires and ornamented houses, with their green lattice- 
blinds, it is strongly suggestive of Italy. Although we had 
not exceeded our daily allowance by more than a few kreut- 
zers, we found that twenty days would be hardly sufficient 
to accomplish the journey, and our funds would therefore 
need to be replenished before we could reach Frankfort. 
Accordingly I wrote from Linz to a friend at Frankfort, di- 
recting a small sum to be forwarded to Munich, which city we 
hoped to reach in eight days. 

We took the horse cars at Linz for Lambach, seventeen 
miles on the way towards Gmunden. The mountains were 
covered with clouds as we approached them, and the storms 
they had been breAving for two or three days began to march 
down on the plain. They had nearly reached us, when we 
crossed the Traun and arrived at Lambach, a small city built 
upon a hill. We left the next day at noon, after the storm had 
ceased, and on ascending the hill after crossing the Traun, 
Lad an opportunity of seeing the portrait on the Traunsteiui 



256 VIBWS A-FOOT. 

of wlilch the old landlord at Lambach told us. I recognized 
it at the lirst glance, and certainly it is a most remarkablo 
freak of nature. The rough back of the mountain forms the 
exact profile of the human countenance, as if regularly hewn 
out of the rock. What is still more singular, it is said to be 
a correct portrait of the unfortunate Louis XVI. The land° 
lord said it was immediately recognized by all Frenchmen. 
The road followed the course of the Traun, whose green waters 
roared at the bottom of the glen below us ; we walked for 
several miles in a fine forest, through whose openings we 
caught glimpses of the mountains we longed to reach. 

The river roared at last somewhat louder, and on looking 
down the bank, I saw rocks and rapids, and a few houses 
built on the edge of the stream. Thinking we must be near 
the celebrated fall, we went down the path, and lo ! on cross- 
ing a little wooden bridge, the whole affair burst zn night ! 
Judge of our surprise at finding a cascade of fifteen feet, 
after we had been led to expect a tremendous leap of forty 
or fifty, with all the accompaniment of rocks and precipices. 
Of course the wliole descent of the river at the place wag 
much greater, and there were some romantic rapids over the 
rocks which blocked its course. 

The Traunstein grew higher as we approached, presei.t- 
ing the same profile until we had nearly reached Gmuaden. 
From the green upland meadows above the town, the view 
of the mountain range was glorious, and I could easily con- 
ceive the effect of the Unknown Student's appeal to the 
people to fight for those free hills. I think it is Howitt who 
relates the incident — one of the most romantic in German 
liistory. Count Pappenheim led his forces here in the 



BAnLE-FIKI.D OF THE UNKNOWN bTUCENT. 25? 

year 1G2G, to suppress a revolution of tlie people of the 
whole Salzburg region, who had risen against an invasion of 
their rights by the Austrian government. The battle which 
took place on these meadows was about being decided in 
favor of the oppressors, when a young man, clad as a stu- 
dent, suddenly appeared and addressed the people, pointing 
to the Alps above them and the sweet lake below, and ask- 
ing if that land should not be free. The eflfect was electri- 
cal ; they returned to the charge and drove back the troops 
of Pappenheim, who were about taking to flight, when tlie 
unknown leader fell, mortally wounded. This struck a sud- 
den panic through his followers, and the Austrians, turning 
again, gained a complete victory. But the name of tht 
brave ctudent is unknown, his deed unsung by his countrjV. 
bards, and almost forgotten. 



CHAPTER XXV. 

THE AUSTRIAN ALPS, 

The Lake of Gmunden— Among the Alps— The Lumber Business— The Baths of IscU 

— St. "Wolfgang — Climbing the Schafberg — Lost — The Track of an Avalanche- 
Walking over a Forest— Panorama from the Summit— Descent to St. Gilgen— An 
Alpine Eden — The Shoemaker and his Wife — " Footsteps of Angels "—The Yalley 
of Salzburg— The Alps— The Boy of the Mountain— Sights in Salzburg— Entering 
Bavaria — People and Scenery — Wasserburg — Field of Ilohenlinden — Arrival at 
Munich — An Enthusiastic Acquaintance. 

It was nearly dark when we came to the end of tlie plain, 
and looked on the city at onr feet and the lovely lake that 
lost itself in the mountains before ns. "We were early on 
board the steamboat next morning, Avith a cloudless sky 
above us and a snow-crested Alp beckoning on from the 
end of the lake. The water was of the loveliest green hue, 
the morning light colored the peaks around with purple, and 
a misty veil rolled up the rocks of the Traunstein. We 
stood on the prow and enjoyed to the fullest extent tlie 
enchanting scenery. The white houses of Gmunden sank 
down to the water's edge like a flock of ducks j half-way 
we passed castle Ort, on a rock in the lake, whose summit 
is covered with trees. 



AMONG THE ALPS. 259 

As wc nearcd the other extremity, the mountains became 
steeper and loftier ; there was no patli along their Avild 
sides, nor even a liciher's hut nestled at their feet, and Uk; 
snow filled the ravines more than half-way from the summit. 
An hour and a quarter brought us to Ebensee, at the head'of 
the lake, where we landed and plodded on towards Ischl, fol- 
lowing the Traun up a narrow valley, whose mountain-walls 
shut out more than half the sky. They are covered with 
forests, and the country is inhabited entirely by the wood- 
men who fell the mountain pines and float the timber rafts 
down to the Danube. The steeps are marked with white 
lines, where the trees have been rolled, or rather tumbled from 
the summit. Often they descend several miles over rocks and 
precipices, where the least deviation from the track would 
dash them in a thousand pieces. This transportation is 
generally accomplished in the winter when the sides are 
covered with snow and ice. It must be a dangerous busi- 
ness, for there are many crosses by the way-side, where the 
pictures represent persons accidentally killed by the trees ; 
an additional painting shows them burning in the flames of 
purgatory, and the p'ous traveller is requested to pray an 
Ave or a Paternoster foi the repose of their souls. 

On wc went, up the valley of the Traun, between moun- 
tains five and six thousand feet high, through scenes con- 
stantly changing and constantly grand, for three or four 
hours. Finally the hills opened, disclosing a little triangn 
lar valley, whose base was formed Ijy a mighty mountain 
covered with clouds. Through the two side-angles came 
the Traun and his tributary the Ischl, while the little town 
of Isclil lav in the cej;tre Within i few vears this hai 



260 VIEW!? A-FCOT. 

become a very fasliionable bathing-place, and the infliTx of 
rich visitors, which in the summer sometimes amounts to twQ 
thousand, has entirely destroyed the primitive simplicity 
which the inhabitants originally possessed. From Ischl we 
took a road through the forests to St. Wolfgang, on the lake 
of the same name. The last part of the way led along the 
banks of the lake, disclosing some delicious views. Theso, 
Alpine lakes surpass any scenery I have yet seen. The 
water is of the most beautiful green, like a sheet of molten 
beryl, and the cloud-piercing mountains that encompass 
them shut out the sun for nearly half the day. St. Wolf- 
g;ing is a lovely village, in a cool and quiet nook at the foot 
of the Schaf berg. The houses are built in the picturesque 
Swiss style, with flat, projecting roofs, and ornamented bal- 
conies, and the people are the very picture of neatness and 
cheerfulness. 

TVe started next morning to ascend the Schafbeig, whict 
is called the ilighi of the Austrian Switzerland. It is some* 
what higher than ics Swiss namesake, and commands a 
prospect scarcely less extensive and grand. We followed 
a footpath through the thick forest by the side of a roaring 
torrent. The morning mist still covered the lake, but the 
white summits of the Salzburg and Noric Alps opposite 
us, rose above it, and stood pure and bright in the upper 
air. We passed a little mill and one or two cottages, and 
then wouixd round one of the lesser heights into a deep ravine, 
down in whose dark shadow we sometimes heard the axe 
and saw of the mountain woodmen. Finally the path dis- 
appeared altogedier nnder a mass of logs and rocks-, which 
appears d to hsve beer, whirlel together by a sudden flood. 



CLIMBING TUE SCUAFBERv*. 261 

Wh aeliberated what to do ; the summit rose several 
thousand feet above us, ahnost precipitously steep, but we 
did not like to turn back, and there was still a hope of 
meeting with the path again. Clambering over the ruins 
and rubbish, we pulled ourselves by the limbs of trers up a 
steep ascent and descended again to the stream. We here 
saw the ravine was closed by a wall of rock, and our only 
chance was to cross to the west side of the mountain, where 
the ascent seemed somewhat easier. A couple of mountain 
maidens whom we fortunately met, carrying home grass for 
their goats, told us the mountain could be ascended on that 
side, by one who could climb well — laying a strong emphasis 
on the word. The very doubt implied in this expression 
was enough to decide us ; so we began the work. And 
work it was, too ! The side was very steep, the trees all 
leaned downwards, and we slipped at every step on the dry 
leaves and grass. After making a short distance this way 
with the greatest labor, we came to the track of an ava- 
lanche, which had swept away the trees and earth. Here 
the rock had been worn rough by torrents, but by using 
both hands and feet, we climbed the precipitous side of the 
mountain, sometimes dragging ourselves up by the branches 
of trQes where the rocks were smooth. After half an hour 
of such work we came above the forests, on the bare side of 
the mountain. The summit was far above us, and so steep 
that our limbs involuntarily shrank from the task of climbing. 
The side sloped at an angle of nearly sixty degrees, and the 
least slip threw us flat on our faces. We had to use both 
hand and foot, and were obliged to rest every few minutea 
to recover breath. Crimson-flowered moss and bright blue' 



262 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

gentians covered the rocks, and I filled my books witli 
blossoms for friends at home. 

Up and up, for what seemed an age, we clambered. So 
steep was it, that the least rocky projection hid my friend 
from sight, as he was climbing below me. 1 sometimes 
started stones, which went down, down, like cannon-balls, 
till I conld see them no more. At length we reached Che 
region of dwarf pines, which was even more difficult to pas? 
through. Although the mountain was not so steep, this 
forest, centuries old, reached no higher than our breasts, 
and the trees leaned downwards, so that we were obliged to 
take hold of the tops of those above us, and drag ourselves 
over the others. Here and there lay large patches of snow ; 
we sat down in the glowing June sun, and bathed our hands- 
and faces in it. Finally, the sky became bluer and broader, 
the clouds seemed nearer, and a few more steps through the 
bushes brought us to the summit of the mountain, On the 
edge of a precipice a thousand feet deep, whose bottom stood 
in a vast field of snow ! 

"We lay down on the heather, exhausted by five hours' 
incessant toil, and drank in, like a refreshing draught, the 
sublimity of the scene. The green lakes of the Salzburg 
Alps lay fixr below us, and the whole southern horizon was 
filled with the mighty range of the Styrian and Noric Alps, 
their summits of never-melting snow mingling and blending 
with the clouds On the other side the mountains of Salz- 
burg lifted their ridgy backs from the plains of Bavaria, and 
the Ohiem lake lay spread out in the blue distance. A line 
of mist far to the north betrayed the path of the Danube, 
and beyond it we could barely trace the outline of the Bo- 



DESCENT TO SI. GILGEN. 203 

Iiemian mountains. With a glass the spires of Munich, one 
hundred and twenty miles distant, can be seen. It was a 
view whose grandeur I can never forget. In that dome 
of the cloud we seemed to breathe a purer air than that of 
earth. 

After an hour or two, we began to think of descending, 
as the path was yet to be found. The summit, which was a 
mile or more in length, extended farther westward, and by 
climbing over the dwarf pines for some time, we saw a little 
wooden house above us. It stood near the highest part of 
the peak, and two or three men were engaged in repairing 
it, as a shelter for travellers. They pointed out the path 
which went down on the side toward St. Gilgen, and we 
began descending. The mountain on this side is much less 
steep, but the descent is fatiguing enough. The path led 
along the side of a glen where mountain goats were grazing, 
and farther down w.e saw cattle feeding on the little spots of 
herbage which lay in the forest. My knees became so weak 
from this continued descent, that they would scarcely sup 
port me ; but we were three hours, partly walking and 
partly running down, before we reached the bottom. Half 
an hour's walk around the head of the St. Wolfgang See, 
brought us to the little village of St. Gilgen. 

The valley of St. Gilgen lies like a little paradise between 
the mountains. Lovely green fields and woods slope gradu- 
ally from the mountain behind, to tlie still greener lake 
spread out before it, in whose bosom the white Alps are 
mirrored. Its picturesque cottages cluster around the neat 
church with its lofty spire, and the simple inhabitants have 
countenances as bright and cheerful as the blue sky above 



264 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

them. We breathed an air of poetry. The Arcadian sim* 
plicity of the people, the pastoral beauty of the fields around 
and the grandeur of the mountains which shut it out from 
the world, realized my ideas of a dwelling-place, where, 
with a few kindred spirits, the bliss of Eden might almost 
bo restored. 

We stopped there two or three hours to relieve our hunger 
and fatigue. My boots had suffered severely in our moun- 
tain adventure, and I called at a shoemaker's cottage to get 
them repaired. 1 sat down and talked for half an houi 
wdth the family. The man and his wife spoke of the delight- 
ful scenery around them, and expressed themselves with 
correctnv^ss and even elegance. They were much pleased 
that I admired their village so greatly, and related every 
thing which they supposed could interest me. As I rose to 
go, my head nearly touched the ceiling, which was very 
low. The man exclaimed : " Ach Gott ! how tall !" I told 
him the people were all tall in our country ; he then asked 
where I came from, and I had no sooner said " America," 
than he threw up his hands and uttered an ejaculation of the 
greatest surprise. His wife observed that " it was wonder- 
ful how far man was permitted to travel." They wished 
me a prosperous journey and a safe return home, 

St. Gilgen was also interesting to me from that beautiful 
chapter in " Hyperion" — " Footsteps of Angels," — and on 
passing the church on my way back to the inn, I entered 
the grave-yard mentioned in it. The green turf grows thick- 
ly over the rows of mounds, with here and there a rose 
planted by the hand of affection, and the white crosses were 
hiiiig v,il!i M'rer.ths, some of which haJ been freshly added 



"FOOTSTEPS OF. ANGELS.'' 265 

Behind the church, under the shade of a tree, stood a small 
chapel : I opened the unfastened door, and entered. The 
afternoon sun shone through the side window, and all wr.s 
still around. A little shrine, adorned with flowers, stood at 
the other end, and there were two tablets on the wall, to 
persons who slumbered beneath. I approached these and 
read on one of them with feelings not easily described : '* Look 
not mournfully into the past — it comes not again ; wisely 
improve the present — it is thine ; and go forward to meet the 
shadowy future, without fear, and with a manly heart!" 
This then was the spot where Paul Flemming came in lone- 
liness and sorrow to muse over what he had lost, and these 
were the words whose truth and eloquence strengthened and 
consoled him, ** as if the unknown tenant of the grave had 
opened his lips of dust and spoken the words of consola- 
tion his soul needed." 

AVe reached a little village on the Fuschel See, the same 
evening, and set off the next morning for Salzburg. The 
day'was hot and we walked slowly, so that it was not until 
two o'clock that we saw the castellated rocks on the side of 
the Gaissberg, guarding the entrance to the valley of Salz- 
burg. A short distance further, the whole glorious pano- 
rama was spread out below us. From the height on which 
we stood, we looked directly on the summit of the Capuchin 
Mountain, which hid part of the city from sight ; the double 
peak of the Staufen rose opposite, and a heavy storm was 
raging along the Alpine heights around it, while tlic lovely 
valley lay in sunshine below, threaded by the bright current 
of the Salza. As we descended and passed arouiid the foot 
of the hill, the Untersberg came in sight, whose broad sum- 

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2GG V1EW3 A-FOOT. 

mits lift themselves seven thousand feet above the plain. 
The legend says that Charlemagne and his warriors sit in 
its subterraneous caverns in complete armor, and that they 
will arise and come forth again, when Germany recovers 
her former power and glory. 

I wish I could convey in words some idea of the elevation 
of spirit experienced while looking on these eternal moun- 
tains. They fill the soul with a sensation of power and 
grandeur Avhich frees it awhile from the cramps and fetters 
of common life. It rises and expands to the level of their 
sublimity, until its thoughts soar solemnly aloft, like their 
summits, piercing the heart of heaven. Their dazzling and 
imperishable beauty is to the mind an image of its own 
enduring existence. When I stand upon some snowy summit 
— the invisible apex of that mighty pyramid — there seems a 
majesty in my weak will which might defy the elements. 
This sense of power, inspired by a silent sympathy with the 
forms of Nature, is beautifully described— as shown in the 
free, unconscious instincts of childhood — by the poet Uhlandt 
in his ballad of the " Mountain Boy." 

A herd-boy on the mountain's brew, 
I see the custles all below. 
The sunbeam here is earliest cast 
And by my side it lin gel's last — 
I am the boy of the mountain I 

The mother-house of streams is here — 
I drink them in their cradles clear; 
From out the rock they foam below, 
I spring to catch them as they go ! 
I am tlie boy of tlie mountain! 



THE MOUxN'TAlN BOY. 26** 

To me belongs the mountain's bound, 
Where gathering tempests march around; 
But though from north and south they shout. 
Above them st:ll my song rings out — 
•* I am the boy of the mountaiu ' * 

Below me clouds and thunders move; 
I stand amid the blue above. 
I shout to them with fearless breast ; 
" Go leave my father's house in rest i** 
I am the boy of the mountain I 

-And when the loud bell shakes the spir^ 
And flame aloft the signal-fires, 
I go below and join the throng, 
And swing my sword and sing my song: 
" I cm the boy of the mountain I" 

Salzburg lies on both sides of the Salza, hemmed in on 
either bend by precipitous mountains, A large fortress 
overlooks it on the south, from the summit of a perpendicu- 
lar rock, against which the houses in that part of the city 
are built. The streets are narrow and crooked, but tha 
newer part contains many open squares adorned with hand- 
some fountains. The variety of costume among the people 
is very interesting. The inhabitants of the salt district have 
a peculiar dress ; the women wear round fur caps, with 
little wings of gauze at the side. I saw other women with 
fiead -dresses of gold or silver filigree, something in shape 
like a Roman helmet, with a projection at the back of the 
head, a foot long. The most interesting objects in Salzburg 
to us, were the house of Mozart, in which the composer was 
born, and tha monument lately erected to him The St. 



-fei VIEWS A-FOOT. 

Peter's Church, near hy, contahis the tomb of Hnyrln, tlie 
great composer, and the Church of St. Sebastian thai jf the 
renowned Paracelsus, who wac also a native of Salzburg. 

Two or three hours sufficed to see every thing of interest 
in tlie city. We had intended to go further through the 
A^ps, to the beautiful vales of the Tyrol, but our time was 
getting short ; our boots, which are the pedestrian's sole de- 
pendence, began to show symptoms of wearing out ; and our 
expenses among the lakes and mountains of Upper Austria, 
left us but two florins apiece, so we reluctantly turned our 
backs upon the snowy hills and set out for Munich, ninety 
miles distant. After passing the night at Saalbruck, on th? 
banks of the stream which separates the two kingdoms, we 
entered Bavaria next morning. I could not help feeling 
glad to leave Austria, although within her bounds I had 
passed scenes whose beauty will long haunt me, and met 
with many honest, friendly hearts among her people. We 
noticed a change as soon as we had crossed the border. 
The roads were neater and handsomer, and the country 
people greeted us in passing, with a friendly cheerfulness that 
made us feel half at home. The houses are built in the 
pictmesque Swiss fashion, their balconies often ornamented 
with curious figures, carved in wood. Many of them, where 
they are situated remote from a church, have a little bell on 
the roof which they ring for morning and evening prayerSj 
anc[ we often heard these simple monitors sounding from the 
cottages as we passed by. 

The next niglit we stopped at the Tittle village of Stein: 
fanjous in former times for its robber knight, Hans von Steirx 
"^J ;- ';l'.'r3 cf oT^.r "lastle stand on the rock above, and ihs 



THE FIELD OF HOHENLINDEN. 269 

caverns liewn in the sides of the precipice, where he used 
to confine his prisoners, are still visible. Walking on through 
a pleasant, well-cultivated country, we came to Wasserburg, 
on the Inn. The situation of the city is peculiar. The Inn 
has gradually worn his channel deeper in the sandy soil, so 
that he now flows at the bottom of a glen, a hundred feet 
below the plains around. Wasserburg lies in a basin formed 
by the change of the current, which flows around it like a 
horse-shoe, leaving only a narrow neck of land which con- 
nects it with the country above. 

We left the little village where we were quartered for 
the night and took a foot-path which led across the country 
to the field of Hohenlinden, about six miles distant. The 
name had been familiar to me from childhood, and my love 
for Campbell, with the recollection of the school-exhibitions 
where '* On Linden when the sun was low " had been so 
often declaimed, induced me to make the excursion to it. 
We traversed a large forest, belonging to the King of Bava- 
ria, and came out on a plain covered with grain-fields and 
bounded on the right by a semicircle of low hills. Over 
the fields, about two miles distant, a tall minaret-like spire 
rose from a small cluster of houses, and this was Hohenlin- 
den ! To tell the truth, I had been expecting somethmg 
more. The " hills of blood-stained snow " are very small 
hills indeed, and the "Isar rolling rapidly," is several miles 
off; it was the spot, however, and we recited Campbell's 
poem, of course, and brought away a few wild flowers as 
memorials. There is no monument or any other token of 
the battle, and the people seem to have already forgotten the 
Kcene of Moreau's victory uni their defeat. 



270 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

From a hill twelve miles off we had our first view of the 
spires of Munich, like distant ships over the sea-like plain 
They kept in sight until we arrived at eight o'clock in the 
evening, after a walk of more than thirty miles. We cross- 
ed the rapid Isar on three bridges, entered the magnificent 
Isar Gate, and were soon comfortably quartered in the heart 
of Munich. Entering the city without knowing a single 
soul within it, we made within a few minutes an agreeable 
acquaintance. After we passed the Isar Gate, we began 
looking for a decent inn, for the day's walk had been 
fatiguing. Presently a young man, who had been watching 
us for some time, came up, and said that if Ave would allow 
him, he would conduct us to a good lodging-place. Finding 
we were strangers, he expressed the greatest regret that he 
had not time to go with us every day around the city. Our 
surprise and delight at the splendor of Munich, he said, 
would more than repay him for the trouble. In his anxiety 
to show us something, he took us some distance out of the 
way, (although it was growing dark and we were very 
tired,) to see the Palace and the Theatre, with its front of 
rich frescoes. 



CHAPTER XXVI. 

MUNICH. 

m 

The Splendor of Munich— King Lndwigs Labors— The Ludwigstrasse— The Library 
— The Church of St. Louis — Monument to Eugene Beauharnois — The Parks on the 
Isar — The New Residence— Magnificence of its Halls — Hall of the Throne— The 
King's Apartments — The Royal Chapel — A Picture of Devotion — The Glyptothek 
—Its Sculptures— The Son of Nlobe— The Pinacothek— A Giant— The Basilica- 
Schwauthaler's Studio — History of an Artisan— Coudition of our Finances. 

Munich, June 14, 1845. 
I THOUGHT I had seen every tiling in Vienna that could 
excite admiration or gratify fancy ; but here I have my 
former sensations to live over again, in an augmented degree. 
It is well I was at first somewhat prepared by our previous 
travel, otherwise the glare and splendor of wealth and art 
in this German Athens might blind me to the beauties, of the 
cities we shall yet visit. I have been walking in a dream 
where the fairy tales of boyhood were realized, and tl.e 
golden and jeAvelled halls of the Eastern genii rose glitteriLg 
around me — a vision of the brain no more. All I had con- 
ceived of oriental magnificence, all descriptions of the splen- 
dor of kingly halls and palaces, fall short of what I hcra 



272 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

see. Where sliall I begin to describe the crowd of splendid 
edifices that line its streets, or how give an idea of the pro- 
fusion of paintings and statues — of marble, jasper and gold? 

Art has done every thing for Munich. It lies on a large, 
flat plain, sixteen hundred feet above the sea, and continually 
exposed to the cold winds from the Alps. At the beginning 
of the present century it was but a third-rate city, and was 
rarely visited by foreigners. Since that time its population 
and limits have been doubled, and magnificent edifices 
in every style of architecture erected, rendering it scarcely 
secondary in this respect to any capital in Europe. Every 
art that wealth or taste could devise, seems to have been spent 
in its decoration. Broad, spacious streets and squares have 
been laid out, churches, halls and colleges erected, and 
schools of painting and sculpture established, which draw 
artists from all parts of the world. All this is the result of 
the taste of the present king, Ludwig L, who began twenty 
or thirty years ago, when he was Crown Prince, to collect 
the best German artists around him and form plans for the 
execution of his grand design. He can boast of having 
done more for the arts than any other living monarch, and 
if he had accomplished it all without oppressing his people, 
he would deserve an immortality of fame. 

Let us take a stroll down the Ludwigstrasse. As we pass 
the Theatiner Church, with its dome and towers, the broad 
street opens before us, stretching away to the north, between 
rows of magnificent buildings. Just at this southern end, 
is the Sridusshalh, an open temple of white marble, terminat- 
ing the avenue. To the right of us extend the arcades, 
with the trees of the E,oyal Garden peeping above them; 



THE CHURCH OF ST. LOUIS. 273 

on tr.c left is the spacious concert building of the OJeon, 
and the palace of the Duke of Leuchtenberg, son of Eugene 
Beauharnois. Passing through a row of palace-like private 
buildings, we come to the Army Department, on the right — 
a neat and tasteful building of white sandstone. Beside it 
stands the Library, which possesses the first special claim on 
our admiration. With its splendid front of five hundred 
and eighteen feet, the yellowish brown cement with Avhicli 
the body is covered, making an agreeable contrast with the 
dark red window-arches and cornices, and the statues of 
Homer, Hippocrates, Thucydides and Aristotle guarding the 
portal, is it not a worthy receptacle for the treasures of 
ancient and modern lore which its halls contain ? 

Nearly opposite stands the Institute for the Blind, a plain 
but large building of dark red brick, covered with cement, 
and further, the Ludwig's Kirche, or Church of St. Louis. 
How lightly the two square towers of gray marble lift their 
network of sculpture ! Over the arched portal stand marble 
statues by Schwanthaler, and the roof of brilliant tiles 
worked into mosaic, resembles a rich Turkey carpet covering 
the whole. We must enter, to get an idea of the splendor of 
this church. Instead of the pointed arch which one would 
expect to find above his head, the lofty pillars on each side 
bear an unbroken semicircular vault, which is painted a 
brilliant blue, and spangled with silver stars. These pillars, 
and the little arches above, which spring from them, are 
illuminated with gold and brilliant colors, and each side- 
chapel is a casket of richness and elegance. The windows 
are of silvered glass, through which the light glimmers softly 
on the splendor within. The end of the chajicel behind the 



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274 VIEWS AFOOT. 

high altar, is taken up with Cornelius's celebrated fresco 
painting of the " Last Judgment," — the largest painting in 
the world — and the circular dome in the centre of the cross 
contains groups of martyrs, prophets, saints, and kings, 
painted in fresco on a ground of gold. The work of Cor- 
nelius has been greatly praised for sublimity of design and 
beauty of execution, by many acknowledged judges ; I was 
disappointed in it, but the fault possibly lay in me, and not 
in the painting. The richness and elegance of the church 
were so new to me, that I can scarcely decide whether I am 
impressed by its novelty or charmed by its beauty. 

As we leave the church and walk further, the street expands 
suddenly into a broaid square. One side is formed by the new 
University building, and the other by the /Royal Seminary, 
both displaying in their architecture new forms of the grace- 
ful Byzantine school, which the architects of Munich have 
adapted in a striking manner to so many varied purposes. 
On each side stands a splendid colossal fountain of bronze, 
throwing up a great mass of water, which falls in a triple 
cataract to the marble basin below. A short distance 
beyond this square the Ludwigstrasse terminates. The end 
will be closed by a magnificent gate, in a style to correspond 
with the unequalled avenue to which it will give entrance. 

We went one morning to see the collection of paintings 
formerly belonging to Eugene Beauharnois, who wns 
brother-in-law to the present king of Bavaria, in the palace 
of his son, the Duke of Leuchtenberg. We have since seen 
in the St. Michael's Church, the monument to Eugene, from 
the chisel of Thorwaldsen. The noble figure of the son of 
Josephine is represented in the Roman mantle, with hifi 



THE PARKS ON THE ISAR. 275 

helmet and sword lying on the ground beside liim. Oe ens 
side sits History, writing on a tablet ; on the other, stand 
the two brother-angels, Death and Immortality. They lean 
lovingly together, with arms around each other, but the 
sweet countenance of Death has a cast of sorrow, as he 
stands with inverted torch and a wreath of poppies among 
his clustering locks. Immortality, crowned with never- 
fading flowers, looks upwards with a smile of triumph, and 
holds in one hand his blazing torch. It is a beautiful idea, 
and Thorwaldcen has made the marble eloquent with feeling. 

The inside of the square formed by the Arcades and the 
New Hesidence, is filled with noble old trees, which in sum- 
mer make a leafy roof over the pleasant walks. Passing 
through the northern Arcade, one comes into the magnificent 
park, called the English Garden, which extends more than 
four miles along the bank of the Isar, several branches of 
whose milky current wander through it, and form one or two 
pretty cascades. It is a beautiful alternation of forest and 
meadow, and has all the richness and garden-like luxuriance 
of English scenery. Winding walks lead along the Isar, or 
through the wood of venerable oaks, and sometimes a lawn 
of half a mile in length, with a picturesque temple at its 
farther end, comes in sight through the trees. I was 
better pleased with this park than with the Prater in Vienna. 
Its paths are always filled with persons enjoying the change 
from the dusty streets to its quiet and cool retirement. 

The New Residence is not only one of the wonders of 
Munich, but of the world. Although commenced in 1826 and 
carried on constantly since that time by a number of architects, 
sculptors, and painters, it is not yet finished ; and if Art 



276 VIEWS A-FOOT 

were not inexhaustible, it would be difficult to imagine wha;6 
more could be added. The north side of the Max Joseph 
Platz is taken up by its front of four hundred and thirty 
feet, which Avas nine years in building, under the direction 
of the architect Klenze. The exterior is copied after the 
Palazzo Pitti, in Florence. The northern front, which faces 
on the E-oyal Garden, is now nearly finished. It has the 
enormous length of eight hundred feet ; in the middle is a 
portico of ten Ionic columns, but instead of supporting a 
triangular fagade, each pillar stands separate, and bears a 
marble statue from the chisel of SchAvanthaler. ^^^i./v^ ^d^,^^. 

The interior of the building does not disappoint the pro- 
mise of the outside. It is open every afternoon in the absence 
of the king, for the inspection of visitors ; fortunately for us, 
his majesty is at present on a journey through his provinces 
on the Rhine. We went early to the waiting hall, where 
several travellers were already assembled, and at four o'clock, 
were admitted into the newer part of the palace, containing 
the throue hall, ball-room, etc. On entering the first hall, 
designed for the lackeys and royal servants, we were all 
obliged to thrust our feet into cloth slippers to walk over the 
polished mosaic floor. The second hall, also for servants, 
gives tokens of increasing splendor in the richer decorations 
of the walls and the more elaborate mosaic of the floor. Wp 
next entered the receiving saloon, in which the Court Mar- 
shal receives the guests. The ceiling is of arabesque sculp- 
ture, profusely painted and gilded. Passing through a little 
cabinet, we entered the great dancing saloon. Its floor is 
the richest mosaic of wood of different colors, the sides are 
of polished scagliola, and the ceiling a dazzling blaze of 



THE THRONE HALL, ^-11 

colors and gold. At one end is a galLiy for the crchestra, 
supported by six columns of variegated marble, above wliicli 
are six dancing nymphs, painted to represent life. 

We next entered twO' smaller rooms containing the por^ 
traits of beautiful women, principally from the German i;o- 
bility. I gave the preference to the daughter of Marco 
Bozzaris, now maid of honor to the Queen of Greece. Sho 
had a wild dark eye, a beautiful proud lip, and her rich 
black hair rolled in glossy waves down her neck, from under 
the red Grecian cap stuck jauntily on the side of her head. 
She wore a scarf and close-fitting vest embroidered with gokl, 
and there was a free lofty spirit in her countenance worthy- 
the name she bore. These pictures form a gallery of beauty, 
whose equal cannot easily be found. 

Finally we entered the Hall of the Throne. Here the 
encaustic decoration, so plentifully employed in the othe? 
rooms, is dropped, and an effect even more brilliant obtained 
by the simple use of marble and gold. Picture a long hall 
with a floor of polished marble, on each side twelve columns 
of white marble with gilded capitals, between which siand 
colossal statues of gold. At the other end is the throne of 
gold and crimson, with gorgeous hangings of crimson velvet. 
The twelve statues in the hall are called the *' Wittelsbach 
Ancestors," and represent renowned members of the house 
of Wittelsbach, from which the royal family of Bavaria ie 
descended. They were cast in bronze by Stiglmaier, after 
the models of Schwanthaler, and then completely covered 
with a coating of gold, so that they resemble solid golden 
Btatues. The value of the precious metal on each one is 
about $3,000, as they are nine feet in height ! What would 



278 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

tlio polit'ici.ans wlic make sncli an outcry about the papering 
Df tlio President's House, say to sucli a palace as this ? 

Returning to the starting point, "\ve crossed to the othef 
wing cf the edifice and joined the party who came to visit 
the apartments of the king. Hero we were led through two 
i>r three rooms, appropriated to the servants, with all the 
splendor of marble doors, floors of mosaic, and frescoed 
ceilings. From these we entered the king's apartments 
The entrance halls are decorated with paintings of the Ar- 
gonauts and illustrations of the Hymns of Hesiod, after 
drawings by Schwanthaler. Then came the Service Hall 
containing frescoes illustrating Homer, by Schnorr, and tiie 
Throne Hall, with Schwanthaler's bas-reliefs of the songs of 
Pindar, on a ground of gold. The throne stands under a 
splendid crimson canopy. The Dining Room, with its floor 
of polished wood, is filled with illustrations of the songs of 
Anacreon. To these follow the Dressing Room, with twen- 
ty-seven illustrations of the Comedies of Aristophanes, and 
the sleeping chamber with frescoes after the poems of Theo- 
critus, and two beautiful bas-reliefs representing angels 
bearing children to Heaven. It is no wonder the King 
writes poetry, when he breathes, eats, and sleeps in an atmo- 
sphere of it 

Adjoining the new residence on the east, is the Royal 
Chapel, lately finished in the Byzantine style, under the 
direction of Klenze. To enter it, is like stepping into a 
casket of jewels. The sides arc formed by a double range 
of arches, the windows being so far back as to be almost out 
of sight, so that the eye falls on nothing but coloring and 
go.lfl. The lower row of arches is of alternate green emi 



TIIJC UOTAL CHAPEL 279 

purple marble, beantifully polished ; but the upper, as well 
as the small chancel behind tlie high altar, is entirely covered 
y,'h\i fresco paintings on a ground of gold. The richness and 
splendor of the whole cliurcli is absolutely incredible. Even 
after one has seen the Ludwig's Kirche and the Hesidence 
itself, it excites astonishment I was surprised, however, 
to fnid at this age a painting on the wall behind the altar, 
representing the Almiglity. It seems as if human presump- 
tion has no limit. The simple altar of Athens, with its in- 
scription •' To the VnJcnonm God,'" was more truly reverent 
than this. As T sat down awhile under one of the arches, a 
poor woman came in, carrying a heavy basket, and going 
to the steps which led to the altar, knelt down and prayed, 
spreading her arms out in the form of a cross. Then, after 
stooping and kissing tlie first step, she dragged her knees 
upon it, and commenced praying again with outspread aims. 
This performance she continued until she had climbed them 
all, which occupied some time ; tlien, as if she had fulfilled a 
vow, she turned and departed. She was undoubtedly sin- 
core in her piety, but it made me sad to look upon such de- 
luded superstition. 

Yesterday morning we visited the Glyptothek, the finest 
collection of ancient sculpture, except that in the British 
Museum, I have yet seen, and perhaps elsewhere unsurpass- 
ed, north of the Alps, Tlie building, which was finished by 
Klenze in 1S30, has an Ionic portico of white marble, with 
a group of allegorical figures, representing Sculpture 
and the kindred arts. On each side of the portico, there are 
three niches in the front, containing on one side, Pericles. 
Phidias and Vulcan; on the other, Hadrian, Prometheui 



280 VlttWa A-FOOT, 

nnil l>;\Mlalus. 'V\\o luiildln;;' forms i\ hollow fKiunrc. niid U 
li};"lito<l ouliroU' iVoin llio 'muor s'ulo, 'IMumi^ luo In nil 
t\volv(> lialls. i\u'li I'onla'mini;' ilio nMiuiins of n particular cin 
in (ho art, and anan{;'cMl an'onrmj;" lo iiim\ so Ihal. ln'ivltiuinj^ 
\\'\[\\ lh»> cluuisN- |)n»(liu'liot»s of ^h(^ aiuMOut i'l<;'V|)lij4iis, (>iu 
j)assos (hi"ouj;h iho dilVortMit slai;'i's of ( J forlaii arl, afliM'waids 
thai ol' l\tM\u\ and tinallv tMuls with tho works ol' our own 
liuios— -llu> alu\o^;^ (JviM'lau |UMloi'tion <d' 'Tliofw ahlsou and 
(\'n\o\a. Thoso halls ato \\orlln' lo Indd such lioasuros, and 
what. u\oii\ ciudd \h^ said ot' IIumu f Tlu^ tK>ors two o[' 
UKuhlo uiosaio, (lu^ sidos ol" j;ro(M> (>r purph^ sraj;'!lola, 
and tho vaulttMl ooilln^-s im^n (Mod with raisod ovuaiu<M>ts on i\ 
mound o[' v;o\i\. No (wo aro ald^o iu color aiul docoratioil, 
and vo{ (Iumi^ is a unitv ol' (asti> and di\si;':n iu tlu^ who/c, 
Avhiidi rvMidors tho varitMv dtdi;\ht Ihl. 

From (lio l'';vvptiau Hall, vvt^ (M»t(M" owo coutainin!;' (ho 
(ddost romaius oi' (Jrociau sculpt uro. Thou I'ollow (lu^ coh^« 
hralod M;;iua marhUv;, iVom iho tomplo id' .1 u|>i(or Taulud- 
Icuius. ou iho island t>f l'-5;iua. Thov foiauorlv stood in iho 
t\vv> jiortii-oos, tho owo j;rou|) roprivsontiui;' tlu li;;lit for tho 
hodv i>f l,aomod(Mi. iho otluu- tho s(.ruj>'j;"lo lor tlu^ dead Pa- 
tnudus. 'Tho parts wantiu;;* havo lu^cu admirahlv rostoroil 
bv Thorwaldsou. 'l^hov forn< almost tho oulv oxislini;' spo* 
oiuuM\s Ol \Uo Mj;lnolau school. Tassius;" tliroui;h (ho Apollo 
Hall, wo (Mitor llu> larjvo hall oi' r>acohus, iu which tlu^ pro.* 
«Xross o( tho art is distiuollv ap])ar(Mit, A salvr. lyiup: asloop 
oi; a «>'ont-skiu whitdi ho has thrinvn ovor a riud;, is holiovtvl 
to ho (ho wiuk oi' Traxitidos. Tho rolaxatitui oi' iho tii;"uro 
i\V'\ porloot ri^pi^so o( ovovy li\uh. is woudtuTul. Tho 0(Uin« 
tenuiU'O hUvS traits of iuilividualilv which lod \im> to (hiuk if 



TMF5 fi()U <)W NIOBK. 2S1 

might ]iavo }>c<'n a porfniif., \)i;r\\'.\\}H of home ru'lrj country 
Bv/fiin. 

Id tlic- II.'iII of XIoIk;, wliicli folio WH, JH Ofjfi of tlif; rriOHt 
p^rfoct workH tliafc cvc.r grc,w into lif'c/ uikIct a HculptorV 
cIiIhc-I. Mutilatf'd an it in, without li(;a/l and arm«, I never 
Baw a rrioro cxfjrc.HHivc figurr}. llioneuH, tli(; Hon of Niofjfi, 
IH njprcHcnted an knecJlng, a[)[)ar(:ntly in tint moment in 
wliidi Apollo (IrawH hin how, and thrtn; \h an imploring Hnp- 
plication in hin attitude whieli in touchir/^^ in the liig^hest 
dej^ree. \[\n lieautiful youn^ limhw nhrink involuntarily 
from \\\<', deadly nhaft ; tlutre in an expreHHiori of \)v:\yi:r, of 
aphony, in the pOHition of Ijih hody. It whoidd he hd't un- 
touched. No head could he added, which would erjual that 
which one picturen to liimnelf, while ^azin^; upon it, 

'J'Ik; J'inacothck Ih a ma<''nifice,nt huilding of yellow sand- 
gtonc, five hundred and thirty feet lon;^, containing thirteen 
hundred plcturen, welected with great care from the private 
collectiofj of the king, wliich amountH to nine thounand. 
Ahove the cornice on the Houthern Hide, Htand twenty-fivo 
c^doHHal HtatucH of celehrated paintern, hy Hchwanthalcr. 
Ah we approached, thf; tall fjronze rioor wa« opened \>y a 
servant in the Jiavarian livery, whoHe nize liarmonized ho 
well with the giant proportionH of the huilding, that, until I 
iJtood hcBide liim and could contraHt Jiirn with mynflf, I did 
not notice hin enormouH frame. I Haw then that he munt bo 
near eight feet high, and Htout in proportion. He reminded 
mc of the great " Baver of Tricnt," in Vienna. 'I'he I'ina- 
r/)tliek contaiuH the moKt complete collection of wor;;» by 
old German artJHtH, anywhere to be found. There are, in 
the hull of the Spani^Ji mastcrn, half a dozen of Murillo'i 



282 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

inimitable beggar groups. It was a relief, after looking 
upon tlie distressingly stilF ligures of the old German school, 
to view these fresh natural countenances. 

One of the most remarkable buildings noAv in the course 
of erection is the Basilica, or Church of St. Bonifacius. It 
represents another form of the Byzantine style, a double 
edifice, a little like a North Uiver steamboat, with a two- 
story cabin on deck. Tho. inside is not yet finished, 
although the artists haye been i\t work on it for six years, 
but we heard many accounts of its splendor, which is said to 
exceed anythins; that has been yet done in jNEunich. Wo 
visited to-day the atelier of Seliwanthaler, Avhicli is always 
open to strangers. The sculptor himself was not there, but 
five or six of his scholars were at work in the rooms, build- 
ing up clay statues after his models, and working out bas- 
reliefs in frames. We saw here the original models of the 
statues on the Pinacothek, and the " Wittelsbach Ancestors," 
in the Throne Hall of the palace. 

Our new-found friend came to visit us last evening and 
learn our impressions of Munich. In the course of conver- 
sation we surprised him by revealing the name of our coun- 
try, for he had taken us for wandering German students. 
His countenance brightened up, and he asked us many ques- 
tions about the state of society in America. In return, he 
told us something more about himself — his story was simple, 
but it interested me. His father was a merchant, who, hav- 
ing been ruined by unlucky transactions, died, leaving a 
numerous family without the means of support. His chil- 
dren were oblio-ed to commence life alone and unaided, 
which, in a country where labor is so cheap, is ditiicult and 



THE BTORY OF AN ARTISAN. 283 

disheartening. Our friend chose the profession of a machin* 
ist, which, after encountering great obstacles, he succeeded 
in learning, and now supports himself as a common laborer. 
But his position in this respect, prevents him from occupying 
that station in society for which he is intellectually fitted. 
His own words, uttered with a simple pathos which I can 
never forget, will best describe how painful this must be to 
a sensitive spirit. '* I tell you thus frankly my feelings," 
said he, " becaus* I know you will understand me. I could 
not say this to any of my associates, for they would not 
comprehend it, and they would say I am proud, because I 
cannot bring my soul down to their level. I am poor and 
have but little to subsist upon ; but the .spirit has needs as 
well as the body, and I feel it a duty and a desire to satisfy 
them also. When I am with any of my common fellow- 
laborers, what do I gain from them ? Their leisure hours 
are spent in drinking and idle amusement, and I cannot join 
them, for I have no .sympathy with such things. To mingle 
with those above me, would be impossible. Therefore I am 
alone — I have no associate !'* 

I have gone into minute, and it may be tiresome detail, 
in describing some of the edifices of Munich, because it 
seemed the only way in which I could give an idea of their 
wonderful beauty. It is true that in copying after the man* 
ner of the daguerreotype, there is danger of imitating it.s 
exaggeration. AYe leave to-morrow morning, having receiv* 
ed the sum written for, twenty florins (eight dollars), which, 
after paying the expenses of our stay here, will barely ena- 
ble us to reach Heidelberg. It is a week's journey, and we 
have even less than twenty kreutzcrs a day, to travel upon. 



CHAPTEU XXVII. 

^gOURKEY THROUGH WURTEMBURQ AUD 
RETURN TO FRANKFORT, 

The Eatlroad to Augsburg— Traces of Aucient Splendor— "Walk to nm— Entering 
Wurteniburg- Seeking Lodgings in the Rain— The " Golden "Wheer'— Funds— 
Guod-bye to the Alps— The Valley of tha Fils— The Suabian Land— Arrival at 
Stuttgard— Thorwaldsen's Statue of Schiller— The Bewildered Omnibus Driver- 
Walking in the Rain— Ludwigsburg-Einpty Pockets -Beauty of the Zabergau— 
The Last Night -Approaching Heidelberg— Familiar Scenes— The Castle— An End 
of Hardship— A Student's Bu)ial— iieturn to Frankfort— A Midnight Farevfell. 

We left Municli in the morning train for Augsburg. Be- 
tween the two cities extends a vast unbroken plain, exceed- 
ingly barren and monotonous. Here and there is a little 
scrubby woodland, and sometimes we passed over a muddy 
stream which came down from the Alps. The land is not 
more than half-cultivated, and the villages are small and 
poor. We saw many of the peasants at the stations, in 
their gay Sunday dresses, the women wearing short gowns 
with laced boddices of gay colors, and little caps on the top 
of their heads, with streamers of ribbons three feet long. 
After two hours' ride, we saw the tall towers of Augsburg, 
and aliffhted on the outside of the wall. The deep moal 



AUGSBl'RG. 285 

which surrounds the city is overgrown with velvet turf, the 
towers and bastions are empty and desolate, and we passed 
unchallenged under the gloomy archway. Immediately on 
entering the city, signs of its ancient splendor are apparent. 
Tne houses are old, many of them with quaint, elaborately 
carved ornaments, and faded fresco paintings. Tike latter 
generally represent some scene from the Bible history, 
encircled with arabesque borders, and pious maxims in 
illuminated scrolls. We went into the old Rathhaus, whose 
golden hall still speaks of the days of Augsburg's pride. T 
saw in the basement a bronze eagle, weighing sixteen tons, 
with an inscription on the pedestal stating that it was cast 
in 1606, and formerly stood on the top of an old public 
building, since torn down. In front of the Rathhaus is a 
fine bronze fountain, with a number of figures of angels and 
tritons. 

The same afternoon we left Augsburg for Ulm. Long, 
low ranges of hills, running from the Danube, stretched far 
across the country, and between them lay many rich, green 
valleys. We passed, occasionally, large villages, perhaps 
as old as the times of the Crusaders, and appearing quite 
pastoral and romantic from the outside ; but we were always 
glad when we had gone through their filth and into the 
clean country again. On the afternoon of tlie second day 
we came in sight of the fertile plain of the Danube ; far to 
the right lay the field of Blenheim, where Marlborough 
and the Prince Eugene conquered the united French and 
Bavarian forces and decided the war of the Spanish suc- 
cession. 

We determined to reach Ulm the same evening although 



286 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

a heavy storm was raging along the distant hills of Wiirtem* 
burg. The dark mass of the mighty Cathedral rose m the 
distance through the twilight, a mountain in comparison 
with the little houses clustered around its base. We 
reached New Ulm, finally, and passed over the lieavy 
wooden bridge into Wiirtemburg, unchallenged for passport 
or baggage. The Danube is here a little muddy stream, 
hardly as large as my native Brandywine, and a traveller 
who sees it at Ulm for the first time would most probably bo 
disappointed. It is not until below Vienna, where it receives 
the Drave and Save, that it becomes a river of more than 
ordinary magnitude. 

We entered Ulm, as T have already said. It was after 
nine o'clock, nearly dark, and beginning to rain ; we had 
walked thirty-three miles, and being of course tired, we 
entered the first inn we saw. But, to our consternation, it 
was mipossible to get a place — the fair had just commenced, 
and the inn was full to the roof. We must needs hunt 
another, and then another, and yet another, with like fate at 
each. It grew quite dark, the rain increased, and we were 
unacquainted with the city. I became desperate, and at 
last, when we had stopped at the eighth inn in vain, I tola 
the people we must have lodgings, for it was impossible avc 
should walk around in the rain all night. Some of the 
guests interfering in our. favor, the hostess finally sent a ser- 
vant with us to the first hotel in the city. I told him on the 
way we were Americans, strangers in Ulm, and not accus- 
tomed to sleeping in the streets. " Well," said he, " 1 wilj 
go before, and recommend you to the landlord of the Golden 
Wheel." I knew not what magic he used, but in half an 



THR VALLKV OP TUK FIL''. 28^ 

hour onr weary limbs were stretched in dellfrhtful rcpose» 
and we thanked Heaven more gratefully than ever, for the 
blessing of a good bed. The night's lodging, however, told 
severely upon our finances and when we left the city, for 
our walk of a hundred and twenty miles, to Heidelberg, wo 
had but sixty cents apiece in our pockets. 

There is an immense fortification now in progress of erec- 
tion behind Ulm. It leans on the side of the hill which 
rises from the Danube, and must bo nearly a mile in length 
Hundreds of laborers are at work, and from the appearance 
of the foundations, many years will be required to finish it. 
The lofty mountain-plain which we afterwards traversed for 
eight or ten miles, divides the waters of the Danube from 
the Rhine. From the heights above Ulm, we bade adieu to 
the far, misty Alps, until we shall see them again in Swit- 
zerland. Late in the afternoon, we came to a lovely green 
valley, sunk as it were in the cartn Around us, on all 
sides, stretched the bare, lofty plains; but the valley lay 
below, its deep sides covered with the richest forest. At 
the bottom flowed the Fils. Our road led directly down the 
side ; the glen spread out broader as we advanced, and 
smding villages stood beside the stream. A short distance 
before reaching Esslingen, we came upon the banks of the 
Neckar, whom we hailed as an old acquaintance, although 
much smaller here in his mountain home than when he 
sweeps the walls of Heidelberg 

Delightful Wurtemburg ! Shall I ever forget thy lovely 
green vales, watered by the classic current of the Neckar, 
or thy lofty hills covered with vineyards and waving forests, 
aiui crowned with heavy ruins, that tell many a tale of Bar- 



288 VIEWS A- FOOT. 

barossa and Duke Ulric and Goetz with the Iron Hand I 
J^o — were even the Suabian hills less beautiful — were the 
Suabian people less faithful and kind and true, still I would 
love the land for the great spirits it has produced ; still 
would the birth-place of Frederick Schiller, of Uhland and 
llnuff, be sacred. I do not wonder that Wiirtemburg can 
boast such glorious poets. Its lovely landscapes seem to 
have been made expressly for the cradle of Genius ; amid 
no other scenes could his childhood catch a more benign 
mspiratioUc Even the common people are deeply imbued 
with a poetic feeling. We saw it in Iheir friendly greetings, 
and open, expressive countenances ; it is shown in their love 
for their beautiful homes, and the rapture and reverence with 
which they speak of their country's bards. No river in the 
world, equal to the Neckar in size, flows for its whole course 
through more delightful scenery, or among kinder and hap- 
pier people. 

After leaving Esslingen, we followed its banks for some 
time, at the foot of an amphitheatre of hills, covered to the 
very summit, as far as the eye could reach, with vineyards. 
The morning was cloudy, and white mist- wreaths hung 
along the sides. We took a road'that led over the top of a 
range, and on arriving at the summit, saw all at once the 
city of Stuttgard, lying beneath our feet. It lay in a basin 
encircled by mountains, with a narrow valley opening to the 
south-east, and running off between the hills to the Neckar. 
The situation of the city is one of wonderful beauty, and everj 
after seeing Salzburg, I could not but be charmed with it. 

I inquired immediately for the monument of Schiller, foi 
there was little else in the city I cared to see. We had be- 



THE STATUE OF SCHILLER. QSO 

come tired of running about cities, hunting this or that old 
church or palace, which perhaps was nothing when found. 
Stuttgard has neither galleries, ruins, nor splendid buildings, 
to interest the traveller ; but it has Thorwaldsen's statue of 
Schiller, calling up at the same time its shame and its glory 
For the poet in his youth was obliged to fly from this very 
same city — from home and friends, to escape the persecution 
of the government on account of the free sentiments expressed 
in his early works. We found the statue, without much dif- 
ficulty. It stands in the Schloss Platz, at the southern end of 
the city, in an unfavorable situation, surrounded by dark old 
buildings. It should rather be placed aloft on a mountain 
summit, in the pure, free air of heaven, braving the storm 
and the tempest. The figure is fourteen feet high, and stands 
on a pedestal of bronze, with bas-reliefs on the four sides. 
The head, crowned with a laurel wreath, is inclined as if in 
deep thought, and all the earnest soul is seen in the coun- 
tenance. Thorwaldsen has copied so truly the expression 
of poetic reverie, that I waited, half-expecting he would lift 
his head and look around him. 

As we passed out the eastern gate, the workmen were busy 
near the city, making an embankment for the new railroad 
to Heilbronn, and we were obliged to wade through half a 
mile of mud. Finally the road turned to the left over a 
mountain, and we walked on in the rain, regardless of tiie 
touching entreaties of an omnibus-driver, who felt a gic;it 
concern for our health, especially as he had two empty seats. 
I shall never forget the man's amazement when I gravely 
assured him that we preferred walking in the rain. '' You 
need only pay me half the fare," he urged. " If it Avas fair 

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200 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

weatlier.'' said I, '* I would ride ; but I would rather wall^ 
when it rains." "You will get sick," he persisted. "No," I 
answered, " I would get sick if 1 rode." The man must have; 
thought us insane, for he turned at last with a look of mingled 
jjity and horror, whipped his horses, and drove away from us. 
There is a peculiarly agreeable sensation in walking in a 
storm, when the winds sweep by and the rain-drops rattle 
through the trees, and the dark clouds roll past just above 
one's head. It gives a dash of sublimity to the most common 
scene. If the rain did not finally soak through the boots, 
and if one did not lose every romantic feeling in wet gar- 
ments, I would prefer storm to sunshine, for visiting some 
kinds of scenery. We saw the North Coast of Ireland and the 
Giant's Causeway in stormy weather, at the expense of being 
completely drenched, it is true ; but our recollections of that 
wild day's journey are as vivid as any event of our lives — ■ 
and the name of the Giant's Causeway calls up a series of 
pictures as terribly sublime as any we would wish to behold. 

The rain at last came down a little too hard for comfort, 
and we were quite willing to take shelter when we reached 
Ludwigsburg. This is here called a new city, having been 
laid out with broad streets and spacious squares, about a 
century ago, and is now about the size of our five-year old 
city of Milwaukie ! It is the chief military station of Wiir- 
temburg, and has a splendid castle and gardens, belonging to 
the king. A few miles to the eastward is the little village 
where Schiller was born. It is said that the house in which 
his parents lived is still standing. 

It was not the weather alone which prevented our making 
a pilgrimage thither, nor was it alone a peculiar fondnes^s foi 



THE ZABERGAU. 291 

rain wliich induced us to persist in walking in the storm. 
Our feeble pockets, if tlicy could have raised an audible 
jingle, would have told another tale. Our scanty allowance 
was dwindling rapidly away, in spite of a desperate system of 
economy. It was the evening of the third day since leaving 
Ulm, and our sixty cents were almost exhausted. As soon 
therefore as the rain slackened a little, we started again, 
although the roads were very bad. At Betigheim, where we 
passed the night, the people told us of a much nearer and 
more beautiful road, passing through the Zabergau, a region 
famed for its fertility and pastoral beauty. At the inn we 
were charged higher than usual (five cents) for a bed, so that 
we had but thirteen kreutzers to start with in the morning. Our 
fare that day was a little bread and water ; we walked steadily 
on, but, owing to the wet roads, made only thirty miles. 

A more delightful region than the Zabergau I have seldom 
seen. The fields were full of rich, heavy grain, and the 
trees had a luxuriance of foliage that reminded me of the 
vale of the Jed, in Scotland. The long hills were covered 
Avith waving fields of grain, except where they were steep 
and rocky, and the vineyard terraces rose one above another. 
Sometimes a fine old forest grew along the summit, like a 
mane waving back from the curved neck of a steed, and 
white villages lay coiled in the valleys between. A line of 
blue mountains always closed the vista, on looking down 
one of these long valleys ; occasionally a ruined castle with 
donjon tower, was seen on a mountain at the side, making 
the picture complete. As we lay sometimes on the hillside 
and looked on one of those sweet vales, we were astonished 
at its Arcadian beauty. The meadows were as smooth as a 



292 VIEWS A- FOOT. 

mirror, ami there seemed to be scarcely a grass-blade out of 
place. The streams wound through with a subdued ripph^.; 
as if they feared to displace a pebble ; and the great ash 
trees which stood here and there, had lined each of their 
leaves as carefully with silver and turned them as gracefully 
to the wind, as if they were making their toilettes for tlio 
gala-day of Nature. 

That evening brought us into the dominions of Baden, 
within five hours' walk of Heidelberg. At the humblest 
inn in an humble village, we found a bed which we could 
barely pay for, leaving a kreutzer or two for breakfast. 
Soon after starting the next morning, the distant Kaiserstuhl 
suddenly emerged from the mist, with the high tower on its 
summit, where, nearly ten months before, we sat and looked 
at the summits of the Vosges in France, with all the excite- 
ment one feels on entering a foreign land. Now, the scenery 
around that same Kaiserstuhl was nearly as familiar to us 
as that of our own homes. Entering the hills again, we 
knew by the blue mountains of the Odenwald, that we were 
approaching the Neckar. At length we reached the last 
height. The town of Neckargemlind lay before us on the 
steep hillside, and the mountains on either side were scarred 
with quarries of the rich red sandstone, so much used in 
building. The blocks are hewn out, high up on the moun- 
tain side, and then sent rolling and sliding down to the river, 
where they are laden in boats and floated with the current 
to the distant cities of the Rhine. 

AYe were rejoiced, on turning around the corner of a 
mountain, to see on the opposite side of the river, the road 
winding up through the forests, where last September oui 



RETURN TO HEIDELBERG. 293 

Heidelberg friends accompanied un, as we set out to walk to 
Frankfort, through the Odcnwald. Many causes combined 
to render it a glad scene to us. We were going to meet 
our friend again, after a separation of months ; we were 
bringing an eventful journey to its close ; and finally, we 
were weak and worn out from fasting and the labor of walk- 
ing in the rain. A little further we saw Kloster Neuburg, 
formerly an old convent, and remembered how we used to 
look at it every day from the windows of our room on the 
Neckar ; but we shouted aloud, when we saw at last the 
well-known bridge spanning the river, and the glorious old 
castle lifting its shattered towers from the side of the moun- 
tain above us. I always felt a strong attachment to tlii? 
matchless ruin, and as I beheld it again, with the warm sun- 
shine falling through each broken arch, the wild ivy draping 
its desolate chambers, it seemed to smile on me like the face 
of a friend, and I confessed I had seen many a grander 
scene, but few that would cling to the memory so familiarly. 
While we were in Heidelberg, a student was buried by 
torchlight. His brethren assembled at dusk in the Univer- 
sity Square, each with a blazing pine torch three feet long, 
and formed into a double line. Between the files walked at 
short distances an officer, who, with his sword, broad lace 
collar, and the black and white plumes in his cap, looked 
like a cavalier of the olden time. The thick smoke from 
the torches filled the air, and a lurid,, red light was cast over 
the hushed crowds in the streets and streamed into the dark 
alleys. The Hauptstrasse was filled with two lines of flame, 
as the procession passed down it ; but when they reached 
the extremity of the city, the hearse went on, attended witb 



204 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

torcli-bcarers, to the Cemetorj, some distance furtliei% and 
the students turned back, running and whirling their torches 
in mingled confusion. The music struck up a merry march, 
and in the smoke and glare, they resembled a company of 
mad demons. The presence of death awed them to silence 
for awhile, but as soon as it had left them, they turned re- 
lieved to revel again, and thought no more of the lesson. 
They assembled again in the square, and tossing their torches 
up into the air, cast them blazing into a pile ; while the 
flame and black smoke rose in a column into the air, they 
sang in solemn chorus, the song " Gaudeamus igiturj'^ with 
which they close all public assemblies, 

I shall neglect telling how we left Heidelberg, and 
walked along the Bergstrasse again, for the sixth time ; how 
we passed the old Melibochus and through the quiet city of 
Darmstadt ; how we watched the blue summits of the Tau- 
nus rising higher and higher over the plain, as a new land 
rises from the sea; and finally, how we reached at last the 
old watch-tower and looked down on the valley of the 
Main, clothed in the bloom and verdure of summer, with 
the houses and spires of Frankfort in the middle of the well 
known panorama. We again took possession of our old 
rooms, and having to wait for a remittance from America, 
we sat down to a month's rest and study. Towards the end 
of July, Mr. Willis and the family of Herr S— — returned 
from the baths of Kreuznach, where they had been spending 
the w^arm weather, and our happy family circle was re- 
stored. I received another remittance of a hundred dollars, 
which secured me Switzerland and Italy, and immediateljl 
began to prepare for my departure. 



A FAREWELL AT MIDNIGHT. 295 

Frankfort, July 29, 1845 
It would be ingratitude towards the old city in which 1 
Lave passed so many pleasant and profitable hours, to leave 
it, perhaps for ever, without a few words of farewell. How 
often will the old bridge, with its view up the Main, over the 
houses of Oberrad to the far mountains of the Odenwald, 
rise freshly and distinctly in memory, when I shall have 
been long absent from them ! How often will I hear in 
fancy, as I now hear in reality, the heavy tread of pas- 
sers-by on the rough pavement below, and the deep bell 
of the Cathedral, chiming the swift hours, with a hollow 
tone that seems to warn me, rightly to employ them ! 
Even this old room, with its bare walls, little table and 
chairs, in which I have thought and studied so long, that it 
seems difficult to think and study anywhere else, will crowd 
out of memory images of many a loftier scene. May I but 
preserve for the future the hope and trust which have 
cheered and sustained me here, through the sorrow of 
absence and the anxiety of uncertain toil ! It is growing 
towards midnight, and I think of many a night when I sat 
here at this hour, thinking of the pleasant past, and the 
doubtful future, and my beloved home across the sea. All 
this has now an end. I must begin a new wandering, and 
perhaps in ten days more I shall have a better place for 
thought, among the valleys of the everlasting Alps. I look 
forward to the journey with romantic, enthusiastic anticipa- 
tion, for afar in the golden distance stand the Coliseum and 
St. Peter's, Vesuvius and the lovely Naples. Farewell, 
friends who have so long given me a home in a strange 
land ! 



CHAPTER XXVIII. 

FREIBURG AND THE BLACK FOREST, 

On the way to Italy— Meeting with a Neighbor— A Talk with the Farmers— Journey 
to Freiburg— The Minster— Market Day— The New Railroad— The Institute for 
the Blind— The Grand Duchess Stephanie— The Kingdom of Heaven— The Valley 
of Hell— Natives of the Black Forest— Climbing the Feldberg— Scenery of the Black 
Forest— The Alps again— We enter Switzerland- Schaffhausen— The Falls of the 
Rhine. 

Of our walk to Heidelberg over the oft-trodden Bergstr.isse, 
I shall say nothing, nor how we spent two last delightful 
days with our friends, lingered about the Castle, climbed 
the Kaiserstuhl again, and danced around on the top of the 
tower for an hour, amid cloud and mist, while there was 
sunshine below in the valley of the Neckar. I left Heidel- 
berg on the 8th of August, in the Uehwngen, for Carlsruhe. 
The engine whistled, the train started, and although I kept 
my eyes steadily fixed on the spire of the Hauptkirche, 
three minutes hid it and all the rest of the city from sight. 
Carlsruhe, the capital of Baden, which we reached in an 
hour and a half, is unanimously pronounced by travellers to 
be a most dull and tiresome city. Even its name, in Ger- 
man, signifies a place of repose. 



A TALK WITH THE FARMERS. 207 

I stopped at Kork, on the branch road leading to Stras- 
bourg, to meet a German-American about to return to my 
home in Pennsylvania, where he had lived for some time. I 
inquired according to the direction lie had sent me to Frank- 
fort, but he was not there ; however, an old man, finding 
who I was, said that Ilerr Otto had directed him to go with 
me to Hesselhurst, a village four or five miles off, where ho 
would meet me. So we set off immediately over the plain, 
and reached the village at dusk. 

Several of the farmers of the neighborhood were at the 
little inn, and seemed to consider it as something extraordi- 
nary to see a real, live, native-born American. They over- 
whelmed me with questions about our country, and its 
government. The hostess brought me a supper of fried eggs 
and wurt, while they gathered around the table and began 
a long category in the dialect of the country, which is diffi- 
cult to understand. I gave them the best information I 
could, about our mode of farming, the different kinds of 
produce raised, and the prices paid to laborers ; and one 
honest old man cried or.t, on my saying I had worked on a 
farm, ** Ah ! little brother, give me your hand!" which he 
shook most heartily. I told them also something about our 
government, and the militia system, so different from the 
conscri2)tion of Europe, when a farmer, becoming quite warm 
in our favor, said to the others with an air of the greatest 
decision : " One American is better than twenty Germans !" 
What particularly amused me, was, that although I spoke 
German with them, they seemed to think that I did not 
understand what they said to one another, and therefore 

commented very freely on my appearance. I suppose they 

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208 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

had the idea that we were a rude, savage race, for I over- 
heard one say : " One sees, nevertheless, that he has heen 
educated!" Their honest, unsophisticated character was 
very interesting to me, and we talked together until a late 
hour,, 

My friend arrived at three o'clock the next morning, and 
after two or three hours' talk about home, and the friends 
whom he expected to see so much sooner than I, a young 
farmer drove me in his wagon to Offenburg, a small city at 
the foot of the Black Forest, where I took the cars for Frei- 
burg. The scenery between the two places is grand. The 
broad mountains of the Black Forest rear their fronts on the 
east, and the blue lines of the French Vosges meet the 
clouds on the west. The night before, in walking over the 
plain, I saw distinctly the whole of the Strasburg Minster, 
the spire of which is the highest in Europe, being four hun- 
dred and ninety feet, or but twenty-five feet lower than the 
Pyramid of Cheops. 

The Minster of Freiburg is a grand, gloomy old pile, dat- 
ing from the eleventh century — one of the few Gothic 
churches in Germany that have ever been completed. The 
tower of beautiful fretwork, rises to the height of three 
hundred and ninety -five feet, and the body of the church, 
including the choir, is of the same length. The interior is 
solemn and majestic. The day after my arrival was the 
great market-day, and the peasantry of the Black Forest 
came down from the mountains to dispose of their produce. 
The square around the Minster was filled with them, and 
the singular costume of the women gave the scene quite a 
picturesque appearance. Many of them wore bright rc^ 



THE INSTITUTE FOR THE BLIND. 299 

head-dresses and shawls, others had high-crowned hats of 
yellow oil-cloth ; the young girls wore their hair in long 
plaits, reaching nearly to their feet. 

The railroad has only been open to Freiburg within a few 
days, and is consequently an object of great curiosity to the 
peasants, many of whom never saw the like before. They 
throng around the station at the departure of the train, and 
watch with great interest the operations of getting up the 
steam and starting. One of the scenes that grated most 
harshly on my feelings, was seeing one day a company of 
women employed on the unfinished part of the road. They 
were digging and shovelling away in the rain, nearly up to 
their knees in mud and clay ! 

I called at the Institute for the Blind, under the direction 
of Mr. Mailer. He showed me some beautiful basket and 
w^oven work by his pupils, made with astonishing accuracy 
and skill. They read with great facility from the raised 
type, and by meaas of frames are taught to write with case 
and distinctness. In music, that great solace of the blind, 
they most excelled. I was indebted to Mr. Mailer, to whom 
I was introduced by an acquaintance with a friend of his in 
America, for many kind attentions. He accompanied me to 
the Jiigerhaus, on a mountain near, where we had a very fine 
view of the city and its great black Minster, with the plain 
of the Briesgau, broken only by the Kaiserstuhl, a long 
mountain near the Ehine, whose golden stream glittered in 
the distance. On climbing the Schlossberg, an eminence 
near the city, we met the Grand Duchess Stephanie, who is 
now generally believed to be the mother of Caspar Hauser. 
Through a work lately published, which has since been sup' 



300 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

pressed, the whole history has come to light. Caspar Haii- 
ser was the lineal descendant of the house of Baden, and 
heir to the throne. The guilt of his imprisonment and mur- 
der rests, therefore, upon the present reigning family. ^ 

After two days delightfully spent, we shouldered our 
knapsacks and left Freiburg. The beautiful valley, at the 
mouth of which the city lies, runs like an avenue for seven 
miles directly into the mountains, and presents in its loveli- 
ness such a contrast to the horrid defile which follows, that 
it almost deserves the name which has been given to a little 
inn at its head — the " Kingdom of Heaven." The moun- 
tains of the Black Forest inclose it on each side like walls, 
covered to the summit with luxuriant woods, and in some 
places with those forests of gloomy pine which give this re- 
gion its name. After traversing its whole length, just before 
plunging into the mountain-depths, the traveller rarely meets 
with a finer picture than that which, on looking back, he 
sees framed between the hills at the other end. Freiburg 
looks around the foot of one of the heights, with the spire 
of her cathedral peeping above the top, while the French 
Vosges grow dim in the far perspective. 

The road now enters a wild,' narrow valley, which grows 
smaller as we proceed. From Himmelreich, a large rude 
inn by the side of the green meadows, we enter the Hollen- 
thal — that is, from the " Kingdom of Heaven " to the " Val- 
ley of Hell !" The latter place better deserves its appella- 
tion than the former. The road winds between precipices 
of black rock, above which the thick foliage shuts out the 
brightness of day, and gives a sombre hue to the scene. A 
torrent foams down the chasm, and in one place two mighty 



CLIMBING THE FELDBERG. 301 

pillars interpose to prevent all passage. The stream, how- 
ever, has worn its way through, and the road is hewn in the 
rock by its side. This cleft is the only entrance to a valley 
three or four miles long, which lies in the very heart of tlic 
mountains. It is inhabited by a few woodmen and their 
families, and but for the road which passes through, would 
be as perfect a solitude as the Happy Valley of E-asselas. 
At the farther end, a winding road called '* The Ascent," 
leads up the steep mountain to an elevated region of country, 
thinly settled and covered with herds of cattle. The cher- 
ries, which in the E-hine-plain below had long gone, wcie 
just ripe here. The people spoke a most barbarous dialect, 
but they were social and friendly, for everybody greeted us, 
and sometimes, as we sat on a bank by the roadside, 
those who passed would say " Rest thee !" or " Thrice 
rest !" 

Passing by the Titi Lake, a small body of Avater whicli 
was spread out among the hills like a sheet of ink, so black 
was its hue, we commenced ascending a mountain. The 
highest peak of the Schwarzwald, the Feldberg, rose not 
far off, and on arriving at the top of this mountain, we saw 
that a half hour's walk would bring us to its summit. This 
was too great a temptation for my love of climbing heights ; 
so, with a look at the descending sun to calculate how much 
time we could spare, we set out. There was no path, but 
we pressed directly up the steep side, through bushes and 
long grass, and in a short time reached the top, breathless 
from such exertion in the thin atmosphere. The pine woods 
shut out the view to the north and east, which is said to be 
magnificent, as the mountain is about five thousand feet high. 



302 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

The wild, black peaks of the Black Forest were spread be* 
low us, and the sun sank through golden mist towards the 
Alsatian hills. Afar to the south, through cloud and storm, 
we could just trace the white outline of the Swiss Alps. 
The wind swept through the pines around, and bent the 
long yellow grass among which we sat, with a strange, 
mournful sound, well suiting the gloomy and mysterious 
region. It soon grew cold, the golden clouds settled down 
towards us, and we made haste to descend to the village of 
Lenzkirch before dark. 

Next morning we set out early, without waiting to see 
the trial of archery which was to take place among the 
mountain youths. Their booths and targets, gay with ban- 
ners, stood on a green meadow beside the town. We walked 
through the Black Forest the whole forenoon. It might be 
owing to the many wild stories the scenes whereof are laid 
among these hills, but to me there was a peculiar feeling of 
solemnity pervading the whole region. The great pine 
wopds are of the very darkest hue of green, and down 
their hoary, moss-floored aisles, daylight seems never to 
have shone. The air was pure and clear, and the sunshine 
bright, but it imparted no gaiety to the scenery : except the 
little meadows of living emerald which lay occasionally in 
the lap of a dell, the landscape wore a solemn and serious 
air. In a storm, it must be sublime. 

About noon, from tlie top of the last range of hills, we 
had a glorious view. The line of the distant Alps could be 
faintly traced high in the clouds, and all the heights between 
were plainly visible, from the Lake of Constance to the 
misty Jura, which flanked the Vosgcs on the west. From 



ENTERING SWITZERLAND. 303 

our lofty station we overlooked half Switzerland, and had 
the air been a little clearer, we could have seen Mont Blanc 
and the mountains of Savoy. I could not help envying 
the feelings of the Swiss, who, after long absence from their 
native land, first see the Alps from this road. If to the 
emotions with which I then looked on them were added the 
passionate love of home and country which a long absence 
creates, such excess of rapture would be almost too great to 
be borne. 

In the afternoon we crossed the border, and took leave of 
Germany with regret, after near a year's residence within 
its borders. Still it was pleasant to know that we were in 
a republic once more, and the first step we took made us 
aware of the change. There was no policeman to call for our 
passports or search our baggage. It was just dark when 
we reached the hill overlooking the Rhine, on whose 
steep banks is perched the antique town of Schaffhausen. 
It is still walled in, with towers at regular intervals ; the 
streets are wide and spacious, and the houses rendered ex- 
tremely picturesque by the quaint projecting windows. Tire 
buildings are nearly all old, as A\-e learned by the dates 
above the doors. At the inn, I met with one of the free 
ftoopers who marched against Luzerne. He was full of 
spirit, and ready to undertake another such journey. Indeed 
it is the universal opinion that the present condition of things 
cannot last much longer. 

'-' We took a walk before breakfast to the falls of the Rhine, 
about a mile and a half from Schaffhausen. I confess I y-.'^s 
somewhat disappointed in them, after the glowing descrip- 
tions of travellers. The river at this place is little more 



304 VIEWS A-FOOT, 

than tliirty yards wide, and the body of water, although 
issuing from the Lake of Constance, is not remarkably strong. 
For some distance above, the fall of the water is very rapid, 
and as it finally reaches the spot where, narrowed between 
rocks, it makes the grand plunge, it has acquired a great 
velocity. Three rocks stand in the middle of the current, 
which thunders against and around their bases, but cannot 
shake them down. These and the rocks in the bed of the 
stream, break the force of the fall, so that it descends to the 
bottom, about fifty feet below, not in one sheet, but shivered 
into a hundred leaps of snowy foam. The precipitous 
shores, and the tasteful little castle which is perched upon 
the steep just over the boiling spray, add much to its beauty, 
taken as a picture. As a specimen of the picturesque, the 
whole scene is perfect. I stiould think Trenton Falls, in 
New York, must excel these in wild, startling effect ; but 
there is such a scarcity of waterfalls in this land, that the 
Germans go into raptures about them, and will hardly be- 
lieve that Niagara itself possesses more sublimity. 



CHAPTER XXIX. 

A WALK THROUGH EASTERN SWITZERLAND. 

Canton Zurich— The Country and People— The City of Zurich— Its Promenades- 
Friendly Greetings — Walk along the Lake Shore— The Alp-Glow — The Grave of 
Ulrich von Hutten — Freiligrath, the Banished Poet — The Alps in the Eaiii — Ein- 
siedeln — The Cathedral and Pilgrims — Music — Alpine Scenery — The Slide of the 
Eossberg— Schwytz— The Lake of the Four Cantons— The Meadow of Griitli—Teirg 
Chapel— Altorf— Night in the Valley of the Eeuss, 

We left Scliaffhausen for Zurich, in mist and rain, and 
walked for some time along the northern bank of the Rhine. 
We could have enjoyed the scenery much better, had it not 
been for the rain, which not only hid the mountains from 
sight, but kept us constantly half soaked. We crossed 
the rapid Rhine at Eglisau, a curious antique village, and 
then continued our way through the forests of Canton Zu- 
rich, to Biilach, with its groves of lindens — " those tall and 
stately trees, with velvet down upon their shining leaves, 
and rustic benches placed beneath their overhanging eaves." 
When we left the little village Avhere the rain obliged us to 
stop for the night, it was clear and delightful. The far- 
mers were out, busy at work, their long, straight scythe*- 



306 VI13WS A-Foor. 

glancing tlirougli tlie wet grass, wliile the thick pines 
sparkled with thousands of dewy diamonds. The farm- 
houses were scattered over the country in real American 
style, and the glorious valley of the Limmat, bordered on 
the west by a range of woody hills, reminded me of some 
scenes in my native Pennsylvania. The houses were neat- 
ly and tastefully built, with little gardens around them, and 
the countenances of the people spoke of intelligence and 
independence. I fancied I could read on the brows of the 
Swiss a lofty self-respect, a consciousness of the liberties 
Ihey enjoy, which the Germans of the laboring class never 

show. 

As we approached Zurich, the noise of employment from 
mills, furnaces and factories, came to us like familiar sounds, 
reminding us of the bustle of our home towns. The situa- 
tion of the city is lovely. It lies at the head of the lake, 
and on both sides of the little river Limmat, whose clear 
green waters carry the collected meltings of the Alps to the 
Khine. Around the lake rise lofty green hills, which, slop- 
ing gently back, bear on their sides hundreds of pleasant 
country-houses and farms, and the snowy Alpine range ex- 
tends along the southern sky. The Limmat is spanned by 
a number of bridges, and its swift waters turn many mills 
which are built above them. From these bridges one can 
look out over the blue lake and down the thronged streets 
of the city on each side, whose bright, cheerful houses are 
prophetic of Italy. 

Zurich can boast of finer promenades than any other city 
in Switzerland, The old battlements are planted with trees 
and transformed into pleasant wallcs, which being elevated 



FRIENDLY Ci ItEill INOS. 307 

above tlie city, command views of its beautiful environs. A 
favorite place of resort is the Lindenliof, an elevated court- 
yard, shaded by immense trees. The fountains of water 
under them are always surrounded by washerwomen, and in 
the morning groups of merry school children may be seen 
tumbling over the grass. The teachers take them there in 
a body for exercise and recreation. The Swiss children are 
beautiful, bright-eyed creatures ; there is scarcely one who 
does not exhibit the dawning of an active, energetic spirit. 
It may be partly attributed to the fresh, healthy climate of 
Switzerland, but I am republican enough to beheve that the 
influence of the Government under which they live, has also 
its share in producing the effect. 

While enjoying the cool morning breeze on the bastion, 
and listening to the stir of the streets below us, we were 
also made aware of the social and friendly politeness of tlie 
people. Those who passed us, on their walk around the 
ramparts, greeted us almost with the familiarity of acquaint- 
ances. Simple as was the act, we felt grateful, for it had at 
least the seeming of a friendly interest and a sympathy witli 
the loneliness which the stranger sometimes feels. A school 
teacher leading her troop of merry children on their morn- 
ing walk around the bastion, nodded to us pleasantly, and 
forthwith the whole company of chubby-cheeked rogues, 
looking up at us with a pleasant archness, lisped a " guttn 
mo^gen " that made the hearts glad within us. I know of 
nothing that has given me a more sweet and tender delight 
than the greeting of a little child, who, leaving his noisy 
playmates, ran acvof-s the street to n;e, and taking my hand 
which he could baicly clasp in both iiis own soft little ones, 



308 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

looked up in my face with an expression so winning and 
affectionate, that I loved him at once. The happy, honest 
farmers, too, spoke to ns cheerfully everywhere. We learned 
a lesson from all this — we felt that not a word of kindness 
is ever wasted, that a simple friendly glance may cheer the 
spirit and warm the lonely heart, and that the slightest 
deed, prompted hy generous sympathy, becomes a living 
joy in the memory of the receiver, which blesses unceasingly 
him who bestowed it. 

AVe left Zurich the same afternoon, for Stafa, where we 
were told the poet Freiligrath resided. The road led along 
the bank of the lake, whose shores sloped gently up from the 
water, covered with gardens and farm-houses, which, with 
the bolder mountains that rose behind them, made a com- 
bination of the lovely and grand, on Avhich the eye rested 
with rapture. The sweetest cottages were embowered among 
the orchards, and the whole country bloomed like a garden. 
The waters of the lake are of a pale, transparent green, and 
so clear that we could see its bottom of white pebbles, for 
some distance. Here and there a quiet boat floated on its 
surface. The opposite hills were covered with a soft blue 
haze, and white villages sat along the shore, " like SAvans 
among the reeds." Behind, we saw the woody range of the 
Brunig Alp. The people bade us a pleasant good evening ; 
there was a universal air of cheerfulness and content on 
their countenances. 

Towards evening, the clouds, which had hung in the south 
all day, dispersed a little, and we could see the Dodiberg and 
the Alps of Glarus. As sunset drew on, tlie broad summits 
of snow and the clouds wliich were rolled abound them, as' 



THE ALP-GLOW. 309 

siiined a Soft rosy hue, wlncli increased in trilliancy as the 
light of day faded. The rough, icy crags and snowy steeps 
were fused in the warm hght and half blended with the 
bright clouds. This blaze of the mountains at sunset is called 
the Alp-glow, and exceeds all one's highest conceptions of 
Alpine grandeur. We watched the fading glory until it quite 
died aAvay, and the summits wore a livid, ashy hue, like the 
mountains of a world wherein there was no life. In a few 
minutes more the dusk of ttVilight spread over the scene, the 
boatmen glided home over the still lake, and the herdsmen 
drove their cattle back from pasture on the slopes and 
meadows. 

On inquiring for Freiligrath at Stafa, we found he had 
removed to Rapperschwyl, some distance further. As it wa& 
ab*eady late, we waited for the steamboat which leaves 
Zurich every evening. It came along about eight o'clock, 
a little boat carried us out through rain and darkness to 
meet it, and in half an hour we landed on the wharf at Rap- 
perschwyl, 

There are two small islands in the lake, one of which, 
with a little chapel rising from among its green trees, is 
Ufnau, the grave of Ulricli von Hutten, one of the fathers of 
the German Reformation. His fiery poems have been the 
source from which many a German bard has derived his in- 
spiration; and Freiligrath, who now lives in sight of his tomb, 
has published an indignant poem, because an inn with gam- 
ing tables has been established in the ruins of the castle near 
Creuznach, where Ilutten found refuge from his enemies with 
Franz von Sickingcn, brother-in-law of "Goetz with tlie Iron 
Hand.'* The monks of Einsiedeln, to whom Ufnau belongs. 



810 VIEWS AFOOT. 

have carefully oblltoratcd .'ill traces of Ins grave, go tlial tlie 
exact spot i.s not known, in (n-(l(!r tli.at (jvcu a to'iiibstone 
might bo denied iiitn who once si rove to overtui-n llic.Ir 
order. It matters little, to that hold spirit whose motto was— 
*^The die is cant — / Juine daml it /" — the whole island is 
his monument, if he need one 

I spent the whole of iln; next morning with Frciligrath, 
the poet, who was lately banished from (jerniaiiy on account 
of the liberal principles his last volume contains. He lives 
in a pleasant country-house on the Mcyerberg, an eminence 
near llapperschwyl, overlooking a gloriou;; prospect. lie 
received me kindly and conversed much upon American lite- 
rature, lie is a warm admirct of Bryant and Longfellow, 
and has translated man^^ of their poems into German. lie 
said he had received a warm invitation from a colony of 
Germans in Wisconsin, to join them and enjoy that freedom 
which his native land denies, but that his circumstances 
would not allow it at present. lie is perhaps thirty-live 
years of age. His brow is high and noble, and his eyes, 
which are large ami of a clear gray, beam with serious, sad- 
dened thought. His long chestnut hair, uniting with a hand- 
some beard and moustache, gives a lion-like dignity to his 
energetic countenance. His talented wife, Ida Freiligrath, 
who shuri'.s his literary labors, and an amiable sister, are with 
him in exile, and ho is happier in their faithfulness than whet 
ho enjoyed tho favors of a corrupt king. 

We crossed tho long bridge from llapperschwyl, and took 
tho road over tlu^ mounl.iin opposite, ascending for nearly 
two hours alouj.-; (he side, with glorious views of tho Lake of 
Zurich and tho mountains which inclose it. The upper an 1 



EIN8IEDELN. 311 

lower ends of the lake were completely hidden hy the storma 
which, to our regret, vcihid tlic Alps, but that portion below 
us lay spread out dim and grand, like a vast pictiuc. It rained 
almost constantly, and we were obliged occasionally to take 
shelter in the pine forests, whenever a heavier cloud passed 
over. The road was lined with beggars, who dropped on 
their knees in the rain before us, or placed bars across the 
way, and then took them down again, for which they de- 
manded money. 

At length we reached the top of the pass, where many pil- 
grims to Einsiedeln had stopped at a little inn. Some of them 
had come a long distance to pay their vows, especially as 
the next day was the Ascension day of the Virgin, whose 
image at Einsiedeln is noted for performing many miracles. 
Passing on, we crossed a wild torrent by an arch called the 
" Devil's Bridge." The lofty, elevated plains were covered 
with scanty patches of grain and potatoes, and the boys 
tended their goats on the grassy slopes, sometimes trilling or 
yndling an Alpine melody. An hour's walk brought us to 
Einsiedeln, a small town, whose only attraction is the Abbey 
— after Loretto, in Italy, the most celebrated resort for pil- 
grims in Europe. 

We immediately entered the great church. The gorgeous 
vaulted roof and long aisles were dim with the early evening ; 
hundreds of worshippers sat around the sides, or knelt in 
groups on the broad stone pavements, repeating their Pater- 
nosters and Ave Marias in a shrill, monotonous tone, while 
the holy image near the entrance was surrounded by persons, 
many of whom came in the hope of being healed of some dia- 
order under which they sufTered. I could not distinctly 



812 VIEWS A-FOOT 

make out tlie image, for it was placed back within the 
grating, and a crimson lamp behind it threw a strong lustre 
on all sides, in the form of a glory. Many of the pilgrims 
came a long distance. I saw some in the costume of the 
Black Forest, others who appeared to be natives of the 
- Italian Cantons, and a group of young women wearing conical 
fur caps, from the forests of Bregenz, on the Lake of Constance. 

I was astonished at the splendor of this church, situated 
in a lonely and unproductive Alpine valley. The lofty 
arches of the ceiling, which are covered with fresco paint- 
ings, rest on enormous pillars of granite, and every image 
and shrine is richly ornamented with gold. Some of the 
chapels were filled with the remains of martyrs, and these 
were always surrounded with throngs of believers. The 
choir was closed by a tall iron grating ; but a single lamp, 
which swung from the roof enabled me to see through the 
darkness, that though much richer in ornaments than the 
body of the church, it was less grand and impressive. The 
frescoes which cover the ceiling are said to be the finest 
paintings of the kind in Switzerland. 

In the morning our departure was delayed by the rain, 
and we took advantage of it to hear mass in the Abbey and 
enjoy the heavenly music. The latter was of the loftiest 
kind ; there was one voice among the singers I shall not 
soon forget. It was like the warble of a bird which sings 
out of very wantonness. On and on it sounded, making its 
clear, radiant sweetness heard above the chant of the choir 
and the thunder of the orchestra. Such a rich, varied, and 
untiring strain of melody I have rarely listened to. 

When the service ceased, we took a small road leading to 



TlIS SLIDE OF THE KOSSBERG, 313 

Schwj'tz. We had now folrly entered tlie Alpine region, 
and our first task was to cross a mountain. This having 
been done, we kept along- the back of the ridge which 
bounds the lake of* Zug on the south, terminating in the well 
known Rossberg. The scenery became M'ilder with every 
step. The luxuriant fields of herbage on the mountains 
were spotted with the picturesque chalets of the hunters and 
Alp-herds ; cattle and goats were broM'sing along the de- 
clivities, their bells tinkling most musically, and the little 
streams fell in foam down the steeps. I here began to 
realize my anticipations of Swiss scenery. Just on the 
other side of the range, along which we travelled, lay the 
little lake of Egeri and the valley of Morganten, where Tell 
and his followers overcame the army of the German Em- 
peror. As we wound around the lake of Lowertz, we saAV 
the valley lying between the Rossberg and the Righi, which 
latter mountain stood full in view. To our regret, and that 
of all other travellers, the clouds hung low upon it, as they 
had done for a week at least, and there was no prospect of 
a change. The llossberg, from which we descended, is 
about four thousand feet in height ; a dark brown stripe 
from its very summit to the valley below, shows the track 
of the avalanche which, in 1806, overwhelmed Goldau, and 
laid waste the beautiful vale of Lowertz. Four hundred 
and fifty persons perished by this catastrophe, which was so 
sudden that in five minutes the whole lovely valley was 
transformed into a desolate wilderness. 

An hour's walk through a blooming Alpine vale brought 
us to the little town of Schwytz, the capital of the Canton, 
which stands at the foot of a tremendous rock-mountain. 

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314 VIJCWS A-FOOT. 

The bare and rugged summits hang directly over the town, 
but the people dwell below without fear, although the 
warning ruins of Goldau are full in sight. A narrow blue 
line at the end of the valley which stretches westward, 
marks the lake of the Four Cantons. Down this valley we 
hurried, that we might not miss the boat which plies daily 
from Luzerne to Fiuelen. I regretted not being able to visit 
Luzerne, as I had a letter to the distinguished Swiss com- 
poser, Schnyder van Wartensee, who resides there at present. 

The scenery of the lake is exceedingly grand. Looking 
towards Luzerne, we could see the dark mass of Mount 
Pilatus on one side, and on the other the graceful outline of 
the Righi, still wearing his hood of clouds. We put off in 
a skiff to meet the boat, with two Capuchin friars in long 
brown mantles and cowls, carrying rosaries at their girdles. 

Nearly opposite Schwytz is the meadow of Grutli, where 
the union of the Swiss patriots took place, and the bond was 
sealed that enabled them to cast off their chains. It is a 
little green slope on the side of the mountain, between the 
two Cantons of Uri and Unterwalden, surrounded on all 
sides by precipices. A crystal spring in the centre is 
believed by the common people to have gushed up on the 
spot where the three " men of Grrutli " joined their hands in 
the cause of Swiss liberty. It is also a popular belief that 
they slumber in a rocky cavern near the spot, and that they 
will arise and come forth when the nation is in danger. 
Switzerland at present stands greatly in need of a new triad 
to restore the ancient harmony. 

We passed this glorious scene, almost the only green spot 
on the bleak mountain-side, and swept around the base of 



TELLd CHAP2L. 515 

tliG Axenberg, at the foot of wliicli, in a rocky cave, stands 
tlie chapel of William Tell, built on the spot where he leaped 
from Gessler's boat during the storm. It sits at the base of 
the rock, on the water's edge, and can be seen far over the 
waves. The Alps, whose eternal snows are lifted dazzling 
to the sky, complete the grandeur of a scene so hallowed by 
the footsteps of Freedom, The grand and lonely solemnity 
of the landscape impressed me with an awe. like that one 
feels when standing in a mighty cathedral, when the aisles 
are dim with twilight. And how full of interest to a citizen 
of young and free America is a shrine where the votaries of 
Liberty have turned to gather strength and courage, througli 
the storms and convulsion? of five hundred years ! 

We stopped at the village of Fluelen, at the head of the 
lake, and walked on to Altorf, a distance of half a league. 
Here, in the market-place is a tower, said to be built on the 
spot where the linden tree stood, under which the child of 
Tell was placed, while, about a hundred yarehs distant, is a 
fountain with Tell's statue, on the spot from whence he shot 
the apple. If these localities are correct, he must indeed 
have been master of the cross-bow. The tower is covered 
with rude paintings of the principal events in the history of 
Swiss liberty. I viewed these scenes with double interest 
from having read Schiller's " Wilhelm Tell," just before 
leaving Germany. The beautiful reply of his boy, when he 
described to him the condition of the " land where there are 
no mountains," was sounding in my cars during the whole 
day's journey ; 

** Father, I'd feel oppressed in that broad land, 
I d ratlier dwell bono:ith the avalanche ! ** 



516 VIEWS A -FOOT. 

The little village of Burglen, -whose spire we saw al)ovf 
tlie forest, in a glen near by, was the birth-place of T'jll, 
anil the place where his dwelling stood, is now marked by a 
small chapel. In the Schachen, a noisy mountain stream 
that comes down to join the Heuss, he was drowned, when 
an old man, in attempting to rescue a child who had fallen 
in — a death worthy of the hero ! AYe bestowed a blessing 
on his memory in passing, and then followed the banks of 
the rapid Eeuss, Twilight was gathermg in the deep 
Alpine glen, and the mountains on each side, half-seen 
through the mist, looked like vast, awful phantoms. Soon 
they darkened to black, indistinct masses ; all was silent 
except the deepened roar of the falling floods ; dark clouds 
brooded above us like the outspread wings of night, and we 
were glad when the little village of Amstegg was reached, 
and the parlor of the inn opened to us a more cheerful, if 
less romantic sceue. 



CHAPTER XXX. 

pab&age of the ex. oothard. 

In Alpine Day— Chasm of the Eeuss— The Devil's Bridge— Andermatt — Climbing 
the St. Oothard — Summit of the Pass— A Rapid Descent into Italy — Valley of the 
/icino— Rugged Scenery— Southern Vegetation— Vineyards — Italian Experiences— 
Junction with the Splugen Road — Bacchus — On Lago Maggiore — The Borromean 
Isles— Landing in Lombardy— An Italian Landlord — Arrival at Milan. 

Leaving Amstegg, I passed the whole day among snowy, 
sky-piercing Alps, torrents, chasms and clouds ! The clouds 
appeared to be breaking up as we set out, and the white 
iop of the Reussberg was now and then visible in the sky. 
Just above the village are the remains of Zwing Uri, the 
castle begun by the tyrant Gessler, for the complete subju- 
gation of the canton. Following the Reuss up through a 
narrow valley, we passed the Bristenstock, which lifts its 
jagged crags nine thousand feet in the air, while on the 
other side stand the snowy summits which lean towards the 
Rhone Glacier and St. Gothard. From the deep glen 
where the Reuss foamed down towards the Lake of the 
Forest Cantons, the mountains rose with a majestic sweep 
80 far into the sky that the brain grew dizzy in following 



318 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

their outlines. Woods, chalets, and slopes of herbage 
covered their bases, where the mountain cattle and goats 
were browsing, while the herd-boys sang their native melo- 
dies or woke the ringing echoes with tlie loud, sweet sounds 
of their wooden horns ; higher up, the sides were broken 
into crags and covered with stunted pines ; then succeeded 
a belt of bare rock with a little snow lying in the crevices, 
and the summits of dazzling Avhite looked out from the 
clouds half-way to the zenith. Sometimes when the vale 
was filled with clouds, it was startling to see them parting 
around a solitary summit, apparently isolated in the air at 
an immense height, for the mountain to which \t belonged 
was hidden to the very base ! 

The road passed from one side of the valley to the other, 
crossing the Reuss on bridges sometimes ninety feet high. 
After three or four hours' walking, we reached a frightful 
pass called the Schollenen, So narrow is the defile that, be- 
fore reaching it, the road seemed to enter directly into the 
mountain. Precipices a thousand feet high tower above, and 
the stream roars and boils in the black depth belovv. The 
road is a wonder of art ; it winds around the edge of horri- 
ble chasms or is carried on lofty arches across, with some- 
times a hold apparently so frail that one involuntarily shud- 
ders. At a place called the Devil's Bridge, the E-euss kaps 
about seventy feet in three or four cascades, sending up a 
continual cloud of spray, while a wind created by the fall, 
blows and whirls around, with a force that nearly lifts one 
from his feet. 

Beyond the Devil's Bridge, the mountains which nearly 
touched before, interlock into each other, and a tunnel three 



CLIMBING THE ST. GOTHARD. 319 

hundred and seventy-five feet long leads through the rock 
into the vale of Urseren, surrounded by the Upper Alps 
The little town of Andermatt lies in the middle of this val- 
ley, which, with the peaks around, is covered with short yel- 
lowish-brown grass. We met near Amstegg a little Italian 
boy walking home from Germany, quite alone and without 
money, for we saw him give his last kreutzer to a blind beg- 
gar along the road. We therefore took him with us, as he 
was afraid to cross the St. Gothard alone. 

After refreshing ourselves at Andermatt, we started, five 
in number, including a German student, for the St. Gothard. 
Behind the village of Ilospiz, which stands at the bottom of 
the valley leading to Realp and the Furca pass, the way 
commences winding backwards and forwards, higher and 
higher, through a valley covered with rocks, with the mighty 
summits of the Alps around, untenanted save by the chamois 
and mountain eagle. Not a tree was to be seen. The sides 
of the mountains were covered with loose rocks waiting for 
the next rain to wash them down, and the tops were robed 
in eternal snow. A thick cloud rolled over us as we went 
on, following the diminishing brooks to their snowy source 
in the peak of St. Gothard. We cut off the bends of the 
road by footpaths up the rocks, which we ascended 
in single file, little Pietro with his staff and bundle 
bringing up the rear. The rarefied air we breathed, seven 
thousand feet above the sea, was like exhilarating gas. We 
felt no fatigue, but ran and shouted and threw snow-balls in 
the middle of August ! 

After three hours' walk we reached the two clear and 
silent lakes which send their waters to the Adriatic and the 



8-.0 VIEWS A- FOOT. 

North Sea. Ilei'e, as we looked down on the Italian side, tlio 
sky became clear; we saw the top of St. Gothard many 
thousand feet above^ and stretching to the south, the sum- 
mits of the mountains which guard the vales of the Ticino 
and the Adda. The former monastery has been turned 
into an inn ; there is, however, a kind of church attached, 
attended by a single monk. It was so cold that, although 
late, we determined to descend to the first village. The 
Italian side is very steep, and the road, called the Via 
Trimola, is like a thread dropped down and constantly 
doubling back upon itself. The deep chasms were filled with 
snow, although exposed to the full force of the sun, and for 
a long distance there was scarcely a sign of vegetation. 

I thought, as we went down, that every step was bringing 
me nearer to a sunnier land — that the glories of Italy, 
which had so long lain in the airy background of the future, 
would soon spread themselves before me in their real or 
imagined beauty. Reaching at dusk the last height above 
the vale of the Ticino, we saw the little village of Airolo, 
with its musical name, lying in a hollow of the mountains. A 
few minutes of leaping, sliding, and rolling, took us down 
the grassy declivity, and we found we had descended from 
the top in an hour and a half, although the distance by 
the road is nine miles ! I need not say how glad we were 
to relieve our trembling knees and exhausted limbs. When 
at night, I looked out of my chamber-window, the silver 
moon of Italy (for we fancied that her light was softer and 
that the skies were already bluer) hung trembling above the 
fields of snow that stretched in their wintry brilliance along 
tha mountains around. I heard the roar of the Ticino and 



THE V ALLEY OF THE TICINO. 321 

the deepened sound of falling cascades, and thought, if I 
were to take those waters for my guide, to what glorious 
places they would lead me ! 

"\Ve left Airolo early the next morning, to continue our 
journey down the valley of the Ticino. The mists and 
clodds of Switzerland were exchanged for a sky of the 
purest blue, and we felt, for the first time in ten days, 
uncomfortably warm. The mountains which flank the Aips 
on this side, are still giants — lofty and bare, and covered 
with snow in many places. The limit of the German 
dialect is on the summit of St. Gothard, and the peasants 
saluted us with a " haon giorno,^^ as they passed. This, 
with the clearness of the skies and the warmth of the air, 
made us feel that Italy was growing nearer. 

On our first day's journey we passed through two terrific 

mountain gorges, almost equalling in grandeur the defile of 

the " Devil's Bridge." The Ticino, in its course to Lago 

Maggiore, has to make a descent of nearly three thousand 

feet, passing through three valleys, which lie like terraces, 

one below the other. In passing from one to the other, it 

forces its way in twenty cataracts through a cleft in the 

mountains. The road, constructed with the utmost labor, 

threads these dark chasms, sometimes carried in a tunnel 

through the rock, sometimes passing on arches above the 

boiling flood. I here noticed a very beautiful effect of the 

water, perhaps attributable to some mineral substance it 

contained. The spray and foam thrown up in the dashing 

of the vexed current, was of a light, delicate pink, although 

the stream itself was a soft blue ; and the contrast of these 

two colors was very remarkable. 

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S22 VIEWS AFOOT. 

As wo kept on, lioAvcvcr, there was a very perceptible 
change in the scenery. The gloomy pines disappeared, and 
the mountains were covered, in their stead, with picturesque 
chestnut trees, with leaves of a shining green. The grass 
and vegetation were much more luxuriant than on the other 
side of the Alps, and iields of maize and mulberry orchards 
covered the valley. We saw the people busy at work reel- 
ing silk in the villages. Every mile we advanced made a 
sensible change in the vegetation. The chestnuts were larg- 
er, the maize higher, the few straggling grape-vines increased 
into bowers and vineyards, while the gardens were fdlcd 
Avith plum, pear and iig-trees, and the display of delicious 
fruit which we saw in the villages, gave us promise of the 
luxuriance that Mas to come. 

The vineyards are much more beautiful than the German 
fields of stakes. The vines are not trimmed, but grow from 
year to year over a frame higher than the head, support od 
through the whole field on stone pillars. They interlace 
and form a complete leafy screen, while the clusters h.r.ig 
below. The light came dimly through the green, transpa- 
rent leaves, and nothing was wanting to make them real 
bowers of Arcadia. Although wo were still in Switzerland, 
the people began to have that lazy, indolent look which 
characterizes the Italians ; most of the occupations wore 
carried on in the open air, and brown-robed, sandalled fria-.s 
were going about from house to house, collecting money aiul 
provisions for their support. 

Wo passed Faido and Giornico, near which lasf villago 
are the remahis of an old castle, supposed to have been 
built by the ancient Gauls, and stopped for the uighl fvv 



ALPINE VALLETS. 323 

Cresciano, which being entirely Italian, we had an opportu- 
nity to put in practice the few words we had picked up from 
Pietro. The little fellow had parted from us with regret a 
few hours before, at Biasco, where he had relations. The 
rustic landlord at Cresciano was an honest young fellow, 
who tried to serve us as well as he coultl, but we made some 
ludicrous mistakes through our ignorance of the language- 
Three hours' walk brought us to Bellinzona, the capital 
of the canton. Before reaching it, our road joined that of 
the Splijgen which comes down through the valley of 
Bernardino. From the bridge where the junction takes 
place we had a triple view, the grandeur of which took me 
by surprise, even after coming from Switzerland. We stood- 
at the union of three valleys — that leading to St. Gothard, 
terminated by the glaciers of the Bernese Oberland, that 
funning off obliquely to the Spliigen, and finally the broad 
vale of the Ticino, extending to Lago Maggiore, whose pur- 
ple mountains closed the vista. Each valley was perhaps 
two miles broad and from twenty to thirty long, and the 
mountains that inclosed them from five to seven thousand 
feet in height, so you may perhaps form some idea what a 
view down three such avenues in this Alpine temple 
would be. 

We left Bellinzona at noon, and saw, soon after, from an 
eminence, the blue line of Lago Maggiore stretched across 
the bottom of the valley. We saw sunset fade away over 
the lake, but it was clouded, and did not realize my ideal of 
such a scene in Italy. A band of wild Italians paraded up 
and down the village, drawing one of their number in a hand- 
cart. They made a great noise with a drum and trumpet, 



82^! VIEWS A-FOOT. 

and were received everywhere with shouts of laughter. A 
great jug of wine was not wanting, and the whole seemed 
to me a very characteristic scene 

We were early awakened at Magadino, at the head of 
Lago Maggiore, and after swallowing a hasty breakftist, w^ent 
on board the steamboat •' San Carlo," for Sesto Calende. We 
got under way at six o'clock, and were soon in motion over 
the crystal mirror. The water is of the loveliest green hue, 
and so transparent that we seemed to be floating in mid-air. 
Another heaven arched far below us ; other chains of moun- 
tains joined their bases to those which surrounded the lake, 
and the mirrored cascades leaped upward to meet their ori- 
ginals at the surface. It may be because I have seen it more 
recently, that the water of Lago Maggiore appears to me the 
most beautiful in the world. I was delighted with the 
Scotch lakes, and enraptured with the Traunsee and " Zurich's 
waters," but this last exceeds them both. I am now incapa- 
ble of any stronger feeling, until I see the Egean from the 
Grecian Isles. 

The morning was cloudy, and the white wreaths hung low 
on the mountains, whose rocky sides were covered every 
where with the rank and luxuriant growth of this climate. 
As we advanced further over this glorious mirror, the houses 
became more Italian-like ; the lower stories rested on arched 
passages, and the windows were open, without glass, while 
in the gardens stood the solemn, graceful cypress, and vines, 
heavy with ripening grapes, hung from bough to bough 
through the mulberry orchards. Half-way down, in a broad 
bay, which receives the waters of a stream that descends 
with the Simploui are the celebrated Borromean Islands. 



ON LAGO MAGGIORE. 325 

They are four in number, and seem to float like fairy crea- 
tions on the water, while the lofty hills form a background 
whose grandeur enhances by contrast their exquisite beauty. 

On passing by Isola Madre, we could see the roses in its 
terraced gardens and the broad-leaved aloes clinging to the 
rocks. Isola Bella, the loveliest of them all, as its name 
denotes, was farther off; it rose like a pyramid from the 
water, terrace above terrace to the summit, and its gardens 
of never fading foliage, with the glorious panorama around, 
might make it a paradise, if life were to be dreamed away. 
On the northern side of the bay lies a large town Avith a lofty 
Homanesque tower, and noble mountains sweep around as 
if to shut out the world from such a scene. The lake was 
perfectly calm, and groves and gardens slept mirrored in the 
dark green wave, while the Alps rose afar through the dim, 
cloudy air. Towards the other end the hills sink lower, and 
slope off into the plains of Lombardy. Near Arona, on the 
western side, is a large monastery, overlooking the lower 
part of the lake. Beside it, on a hill, is a colossal statue of 
San Carlo Borromeo, who gave his name to the lovely islands 
above. 

After a seven hours' passage, we ran into Sesto Calende, 
at the foot of the lake. Here passengers and baggage were 
tumbled promiscuously on shore, the latter gathered into the 
office to be examined, and the former left at liberty to ram- 
ble about an hour until their passports could be signed. We 
employed the time in trying the flavor of the grapes and 
peaches of Lombardy, and in looking at the groups of tra- 
vellers who had come down from the Alps with the annual 
avalanche at this season. The custom-house officers were 



326 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

extremely civil and obliging, as they did not think necessary 
to examine our knapsacks, and our passports being soon signed, 
we were at liberty to enter again into the dominions of his 
Majesty of Austria Our companion, the German, whose 
feet could carry him no further, took a seat on the top of a 
diligence for Milan ; we left Sesto Oalende on foot, and 
plunged into the cloud of dust which was whirling toAvards 
the capital of Northern Italy. 

We spent the night at the little village of Oasina, about 
sixteen miles from Milan, and here made our first experience 
of the honesty of Italian inns. We had taken the precaution 
to inquire beforehand the price of a bed ; but it seemed un- 
necessary and unpleasant, as well as evincing a mistrustful 
spirit, to do the same with every article we asked for, so we 
decided to leave it to the host's conscience not to overcharge 
us Imagine our astonishment, however, when at starting, 
a bill was presented to us, in which the smallest articles 
were set down at three or four times their value. We re- 
monstrated, but to little purpose ; the fellow knew scarcely 
any JTrench, and we as little Italian, so rather than lose time 
and temper, we paid what he den\,anded and went on, leav- 
ing him to laugh at the successful imposition. 

About noon, the road turned into a broad and beautiful 
avenue of poplars, down which we saw at a distance, the 
triumphal arch terminating the Simplon road, which we liad 
followed from Sesto Calende. Beyond it rose the slight and 
airy pinnacle of the Duomo. We passed by the exquisite 
structure, gave up our passports at the gates, traversed tho 
broad Piazza d'Armi, and found ourselves at liberty to choose 
one of the dozen streets that led into the iicart of the city. 



CHAPTEE XXXI. 

MILAN AND THE JOURNEY TO GENOA. 

Tbe Streets of Milan— The Duomo— Its Interior— Art based on Nature— Italian 
Priestcraft— The Arch of Peace— Financial Distress— Ilclievcd by a German 
Lawyer — Thunder Storms— Lions in Pavia— Crossing the Po — Magnificent View 
of the Alps— The Second Day's Travel— An Italian Sunset— A Pin^a of "Wine — 
Morning— Pilgrim Travel— First View of the Mediterranean- The Descent to 
'^noa. 

yVhile seeking our way at random to tlie " Pension Suisse," 
wliitlier we had been directed by a German gentleman, we 
were agreeably impressed with the gaiety and bustle of 
Milan. The shops and stores are all open to the street, so 
that the city resembles a great bazaar. It was odd to see 
blacksmiths, tailors, and shoemakers, working unconcernedly 
in the open air, Avdth crowds continually passing before them. 
The streets are filled with venders of fruit, who call out the 
names with a long, distressing cry, like that of a person 
in great agony. Organ-grinders parade constantly about, 
and snatches of song are heard among the gay crowd, on 
every side. 



328 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

Ill tills lively, noisy Italian city, nearly all there is to see 
may be comprised in four things : the Duomo, the triumphal 
arch over the Simplon, La Scala, and the Picture Gallery. 
The first alone is more interesting than many an entire 
city. It stands in an irregular open place, closely hemmed 
in by houses on two sides, so that it can be seen to advan- 
tage from only one point. It is a mixture of the Gothic and 
Homanesque styles ; the body of the structure is entirely 
covered with statues and richly wrought sculpture, with 
needle-like spires oi' white marble rising up from every 
corner. But of the exquisite, airy look of the whole mass, 
although so solid and- vast, ii is impossible to convey an 
idea. It resembles some fabric of frost-work which winter 
traces ou the window panes. 

Ascending the marble steps which lead to the front, I 
lifted the folds of the heavy curtain and entered. What a 
glorious aisle ! The mighty pillars support a magnificent 
arched ceiling, painted to resemble fretwork, and the little 
light that falls through the small windows above, enters 
tinged with a dim golden hue. A feeling of solemn awe 
comes Over one as he steps with a hushed tread along the 
colored marble floor, and measures the massive columns 
until they blend with the gorgeous arches above. There 
are four rows of these, nearly fifty in all, and when I state 
that they are eight feet in diameter, and sixty or seventy in 
height, some idea may be formed of the grandeur of the 
building. The Duomo is not yet entirely finished, the 
workmen being still employed in various parts, but it is said 
that, when completed, there will be four thousand statues 
on different parts of it. 



ART BASED ON NATURR. 329 

The design of the Duomo is said to be taken from Monte 
Rosa, one of the loftiest peaks of the Alps. Its hundreds 
of sculptured pinnacles, rising from every part of the body 
of the church, certainly bear a striking resemblance to the 
splintered ice-crags of Savoy. Thus we see how Art, 
tnighty and endless in her forms though she be, is in every- 
thing but the child of Nature. Her divinest conceptions are 
but copies of objects which we behold every day. The 
faultless beauty of the Corinthian capital — the springing 
and intermingling arches of the Gothic aisle — the pillared 
portico or the massive and sky-piercing pyramid — are but 
attempts at reproducing, by the studied regularity of Art, 
the ever-varied and ever-beautiful forms of mountain, rock 
and forest. But there is oftentimes a more thrilling sensa- 
tion of enjoyment produced by the creation of man's hand 
and intellect than the grander effects of Nature, existing 
constantly before our eyes. It would seem as if man mar' 
veiled more at his own work than at the work of the Powei 
which created him. 

The streets of Milan abound with priests in their cocked 
hats and iong black robes. No sight lately has saddened 
me so much as to see a bright, beautiful boy, of twelve or 
thirteen years, in those gloomy garments. Poor child ! he 
little knows now what he may have to endure. A lonely, 
cheerless life, where every affection must be crushed as un- 
holy, and every pleasure denied as a crime ! And I knew 
by his fair brow and tender lip, that he had a warm and 
loving heart. It is mournful to see a people oppressed in 
the name of religion. Immense treasures, wrung drop by 
drop from the credulity of the poor and ignorant, are made 



330 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

use of to pamper the luxmy of those who profess to be 
mediators between man and the Deity. The poor wretch 
may perish of starvation on a floor of precious mosaic which 
perhaps his own pittance has helped to form, while ceilings 
and shrines of inlaid gold mock his dying eye with their 
useless splendor. Such a system of oppression, disguised 
under the holiest name, can only be sustained by the con- 
tinuance of ignorance and blind superstition. Knowledge — * 
Truth — Eeason — these arc the ramparts which Liberty 
throws up to guard her dominions from usurpation. 

Next to the Duomo, the most beautiful specimen of archi- 
tecture in Milan is the Arch of Peace on the northern side 
of the city, at the termination of tlie Simplon Road. It was 
the intention of Napoleon to carry the road under this 
{\rch, across the Piazza d'Armi, and to cut a way for it direct- 
ly into the heart of the city, but the fall of his dynasty pre- 
vented the execution of this magnificent design, as well as 
the completion of the arch itself. This has been done by 
the Austrian government, according to the original plan ; 
but they have inscribed upon it the name of Francis I., and 
changed the bas-reliefs of Lodi and Marengo into those of 
fields where their forces had gained the victory. It is even 
said that in many parts which were already finished, they 
altered the splendid Roman profile of Napoleon into the hag- 
gard features of Francis of Austria. 

The bronze statues on the top were made by an artist of 
Bologna, by I?apoleon's ordier, and are said to be among the 
finest works of modern times. In the centre is the goddess 
of Peace, in a triumphal car, drawn by six horses, while on 
the corners four angels, mounted, are setting out to convey 



FINANCIAL DISTRESS. 331 

flic tidings to the four quarters of the globe. The artist has 
caught the spirit of motion and chained it in these moveless 
figures. One would hardly feel surprised if the goddess, 
chariot, horses and all, were to start and roll away through 
the air. 

We saw the opera of William Tell at La Scala, visited 
the famous Picture Gallery in the Palazzo Cabrera, and after 
a stay of two days, were ready to continue our journey, l)ut 
for one very disagreeable circumstance. Nearly all our 
funds were contained in a draft on a Saxon merchant in 
Leghorn, which was useless in Milan ; we had failed to re- 
ceive at Heidelberg a sum which our host in Frankfort 
promised to send us, and there was barely enough in our 
pockets to pay our bill at the Pension Suisse. Our German 
companion had gone off to Como, on his Avay homeward, 
and we knew no one in the city. What was to be done ? 
We racked our brains to find some expedient, but without 
success, when, on coming out of the Duomo one afternoon, 
we encountered Mitterma'ier, the distinguished Law Profes- 
sor in the University of Heidelberg, with whom my cousin 
was slightly acquainted. It was a bold undertaking to ask 

assistance of such a man, but F resolved to do it, and 

accordingly visited him in the evening at his hotel. Herr 
Mittermaier was no doubt accustomed to applications of tlie 
kind, and very likely his confidence had often been abused, 
for he showed great reluctance, but finally consented, with a 
bad grace, to advance two napoleons, to be repaid in Heidel 
berg, at the commencement of the next University term. 

We shared thoroughly in F 's mortification and wounded 

pride when he returned to us, and resolved to undergo any- 



332 VIEWS A FOOT. 

thing but starvation before asking a similar favor of any one 
again. We paid our bill the same night, and in order to 
make our slender store last as long as possible, arose at dawn 
and set out on foot for Genoa. 

Once fairly outside of the city we took the road to Pavin, 
along the banks of the canal, just as the rising sun gilded 
the marble spire of the Duoino. The country was a perfect 
level, and the canal, which was in many places higher than 
the land through which it passed, served also as a means of 
irrigation for the many rice -fields. The sky grew cloudy 
and dark, and before we reached Pavia gathered to a heavy 
storm. Torrents of rain poured down, accompanied with 
heavy thunder ; we crept under an old gateway for shelter, 
as no house was near. Finally, as tlie clouds cleared away, 
the square brown towers of the old city rose above the trees, 
and we entered the gate through a fine shaded avenue. Our 
passports were of course demanded, but we were only de- 
tained a minute or two. The only thing of interest is the 
University, formerly so celebrated ; it has at present about 
e'ght hundred students. 

We have reason to remember the city from another circum- 
stance — the singular attention we excited. I doubt if 
Columbus was an object of greater curiosity to the simple 
natives of the new world, than we three Americans were to 
the good people of Pavia. I know not Avhat part of our 
dress or appearance could have caused it, but we were 
watched like wild animals. If we happened to pause and 
look at anything in the street, there was soon a crowd of 
attentive observers, and as we passed on, every door and 
window was full of heads. AVe stopped in the market-plac^ 



CROSSING THi': TO. 333 

to purchase some bread and fruit for dinner, which increased, 
if possible, the sensation. AVe saw eyes staring and fingers 
pointing at us from every door and alley. I am generally 
willing to contribute as much as possible to the amusement 
or entertainment of others, })ut such attention was absolutely 
embarrassing. There was notliing to do but to appear 
unconscious of it, and we went along with as much noncha- 
lance as if the whole town belonged to us. 

We crossed the Ticino, on whose banks near Pavia, was 
fought the first great battle between Hannibal and the 
Romans. On the other side our passports were demanded 
at the Sardinian frontier and our knapsacks searched, which 
having proved satisfactory, we were allowed to enter the 
kingdom. Late in the afternoon we reached the Po, which 
in winter must be a quarter of a mile wide, but the summer 
heats had dried it up to a small stream, so that the bridge of 
boats rested nearly its whole length in sand. We sat on the 
bank in the shade, and looked at the chain of hills which 
rose in the south, following the course of the Po, crowned 
with castles and villages and sliining towers. It was here 
that I first began to realize Italian scenery. Although the 
hills were bare, they lay so warm and glowing in the sun- 
shine, and the deep blue sky spread so calmly above, that it 
recalled all my dreams of the fair land we had entered. 

We stopped for the night at the little village of Castegglo, 
which lies at the foot of the hills, and next morning resumed 
our pilgrimage. Here a new delight awaited us. The sky 
was of a heavenly blue, without even the shadow of a cloud, 
and full and fair in the morning sunshine we could see the 
whole range of the Alps, from the blue hills of Friuli, which 



334 VIEWS A-rooT. 

sweep down to Venice and the Adriatic, to the lofty peaks 
which stretch away to Nice and Marseilles ! Like a summer 
cloud, except that they were far more dazzling and glorious, 
lay to the north of us the glaciers and untrodden snow-fields 
of the Bernese Oberland ; a little to the right we saw the 
double peak of St. Gothard, where six days before we shi- 
vered in the region of eternal winter, while far to the north- 
west rose the giant dome of Mont Blanc. Monte Rosa stood 
near him, not far from the Great St. Bernard, and further to 
the south Mont Cenis guarded the entrance from Piedmont 
into France. I leave the reader to conceive the majesty of 
such a scene, and he may perhaps imagine, for I cannot de- 
scribe, the feelings with which I gazed upon it. 

At Tortona, the next post, a great market was being held ; 
the town was filled with coimtry people selling their produce, 
and with venders of wares of all kinds. Fruit was very 
plentiful — grapes, ripe figs, peaches and melons were abun- 
dant, and for a trifle one could purchase a sumptuous ban- 
quet. On inquiring the road to Novi, the people made us 
imderstand, after much difficulty, that there was a nearer 
way across the country, which came into the post-road again, 
and we agreed to take it. After two or three hours' walk- 
ing in a burning sun, where our only relief was the sight of 
the Alps and a view of the battle-field of Marengo, which lay 
just on our right, we came to a stand — the road terminated 
at a large stream, where workmen were busily engaged in 
making a bridge across. We pulled off our boots and 
waded through, took a refreshing bath in the clear waters, 
and walked on tlu'ough by-lanes. The sides were lined 
with luxuriant vines, bending under the ripening vintage. 



SUNSET VIEW OF THE ALPS. 335 

and we oft.«n cooled our thirst with some of the rich 
bunches. 

The large branch of the Po we crossed, came down from 
the mountains, which we were approaching. As we reached 
the post-road again, they were glowing in the last rays of the 
sun, and the evening vapors that settled over the plain con- 
cealed the distant Alps, although the snowy top of the Jung- 
frau and her companions the Wetterhorn and Schreckhorn, 
rose above it like the hills of another world. A castle of 
church of brilliant white marble glittered on the summit of 
one of the mountains near us, and as the sun went down 
without a cloud, the distant peaks changed in hue to a glowing 
purple, amounting almost to crimson, which afterwards dark- 
ened into a deep violet. The western half of the sky was 
of a pale orange, and the eastern a dark rose-color, which 
blended together in the blue of the zenith, that deepened as 
twilight came on. 

We stopped the second night at Arquato, a little village 
among the mountains, and after having bargained with the 
merry landlord for our lodgings, in broken Italian, took a last 
look at the plains of Piedmont and the Swiss Alps, in the 
growing twilight. On ordering our supper, the landlord 
asked whether we would have a pinta of wine. In our igno- 
rance of Italian we supposed that a pinta of course meant 
a pint, and on learning that it cost about seven cents, sup- 
posed that the wine must be very good. But the pinta 
proved to be three quarts at least, and we drank the whole 
of it (having paid for it) without exhilaration. We gazed 
out on the darkening scene until the sky was studied with 
stars, and went to rest with the exciting tliought of seeing 



336 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

Genoa and the Mediterranean on tlie morrow. Next morn, 
ing we started early, and after walking some distance made 
our breakfast in a grove of chestnuts, on the cool mountain 
side, beside a fresh stream of water. The sky shone like a 
polished gem, and the glossy leaves of the chestnuts gleamed 
i 1 the morning sun. Here and there, on a rocky height, 
stood the remains of some knightly castle, telling of the Goths 
and Normans who descended through these mountain passes 
to plunder Home. 

■ As the sun grew high, the heat and dust became intolera- 
ble, and this, in connection with the attention we raised 
everywhere, made us somewhat tired of foot-travelling in 
Italy. I verily believe the people took us for pilgrims on 
account of our long white blouses, and had I a scallop shell 
I would certainly have stuck it into my hat to complete the 
appearance. We stopped once to ask a priest about the 
road, and when he had told us, he shook hands with us and 
gave us a parting benediction. At the common inns, where 
we stopped, we always met with civil treatment, though, in- 
deed, as we only slept in them, there was little chance of 
practising imposition. AVe bought our simple meals at the 
baker's and grocer's, and ate them in the shade of the grape 
bowers, whose rich clusters added to the repast. In this 
manner, we enjoyed Italy at the expense of a franc 
daily. 

About noon, after winding about through the narrow de- 
fdes, the road began ascending. The reflected heat from 
the hills on each side made it like an oven; there was not 
a breath of air stirring ; but wo all felt, although no one said 
it, tliat from the summit we should see the Mediterranean, 



FIUST VIEW OF THK MEDI 1 KliRA NEAN. 33? 

and we pushed on as if life or death depended on it. 
Finally, the highest point came in sight — we redoubled our 
exertions, and a few minutes more brought us to the top, 
breathless with fatigue and expectation. I glanced down 
the other side, and a confusion of barren mountains lay be- 
fore me ; the farthest peaks rose up afar and dim, crowned 
with white towers, and betwec n two of them which stood apait, 
like the pillars of a gateway, we saw the broad expanse of 
blue water stretching away to the horizon ! 

It would have been a thrilling delight to see any ocean, 
when one has rambled thousands of miles among the moun- 
tains and vales of the inland, but to behold this sea, of all 
others, was glorious indeed ! This sea, whose waves wash 
the feet of Naples, Constantinople and Alexandria, and 
break on the hoary shores where Troy and Tyre and Car- 
thage have mouldered away — whose breast has been fur- 
rowed by the keels of a hundred nations through more than 
forty centuries, from the first rude voyage of Jason and his 
Argonauts to the thunders of Navarino that heralded the 
second birth of Greece ! You cannot wonder that we grew 
romantic; but short space was left for sentiment in the 
burning sun, with Genoa to be reached before night. The 
mountain we crossed is called the Bochetta, one of the 
loftiest of the sea-Alps (or Appenines). The road winds 
steeply down towards the sea, following a broad mountain 
rivulet, now dried up, as is nearly every stream among the 
mountains. It was a long way to us ; the mountains seem- 
ed as if they would never unfold and let us out on the 
shore, and our weary limbs did penance enough for a multi- 
tude of Bins. The dusk was beginning to deepen over the 

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338 VIEWS A-Foor. 

hay, and the purple hues of sunset were dying away fVoin 
its amphitheatre of hills, as we came in sight of the gorge- 
ous city. Half the population were out to celebrate a fes- 
tival, and we made our entry in the triumphal procession of 
'uoir.e saint. 



CHAPTE R XXXII . 

• SCENES IN GENOA, LEGIIOKN, AND PISA. 

Genoa at Sunset— Appearance of the City— A Religious Procession— Another 
Financial Difficulty— Embarking for Leghorn— A Night at Sea— Morning in Tus. 
cany— Landing— A Polyglott Population- The Ardenza— Criminals at Work— My 
Comrades Eelieved-7-Approach to Pisa— The City— The Leaning Tower— The 
Echo in the Baptistery— The Campo Santo— A Yetturino for Florence— An 
Italian Companion — Xight-Joarney in the Ilaiu — Florence at Last. 

Has the reader ever seen some grand painting of a city, 
rising with its domes and towers and palaces from the edge 
of a glorious bay, shut in by mountains — the whole scene 
clad in those deep, delicious, sunny hues, which we admire 
so much in the picture, although they appear unrealized in 
Nature ? If so, he can figure to himself Genoa, as she 
appeared to us at sunset, from the battlements west of the 
city. When we had passed through the gloomy gate of the 
fortress that guards the western promontory, the whole 
scene (Opened on us at once in all its majesty. The battle- 
ments where we were standing, and the blue mirror of the 
Mediterranean just below, with a few vessels moored near the 
shore, made up the foreground ; just in front lay the queenly 



34:0 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

citv, strctcliin^ out to the eastern point of the bay, like a 
great meteor — this ponit, crowned wdth the towers and 
dome of a cathedral, representing the nucleus, while the tail 
gradually widened out and was lost among the numberless 
villas that reached to the top of the mountains behind. As 
we gazed, a purple glow lay on the bosom of the sea, while 
far beyond the city, the eastern half of the mountain cres- 
cent around the gulf was tinted with the loveliest hue of 
orange. The impressions which one derives from looking 
on remarkable scenery depend, for much of their effect, on 
the time and weather. I have been very fortunate in this 
respect in' two instances, and shall carry with me through 
life, two glorious pictures of a very different character — the 
wild sublimity of the Brocken in cloud and storm, and the 
splendor of Genoa in an Italian sunset. 

Genoa has been called the " city of palaces," and it well 
deserves the appellation. Row above row of magnificent 
structures rise amid gardens along the side of the hills, and 
many of the streets, though narrow and crooked, are lined 
entirely with the splendid dwellings of the Genoese nobles. 
All these speak of the republic in its days of wealth and 
power, when it could cope successfully with Venice, and 
Doria could threaten to bridle the horses of St. Mark. At 
present its condition is far different ; although not so fallen 
as its rival, it is but a shadow of its former self. 

We entered Genoa, as I have already said, in a religious 
procession. On passing the gate we saw from the concourse 
of people and the many banners hanging from the windows 
or floating across the streets, that it was the day of a frsta. 
Before entering the city we reached the procession itself, 



A r^ELIGIOUS PROCESSION'. 8 11 

which was one of unusual solemnity. As it was impossible 
in the dense crowd to pass it, we struggled through until avc 
reached a good point for seeing the whole, and slowly moved 
on with it through the city. First went a company of Loys 
in white robes ; then followed a body of friars, dressed in 
long black cassocks, and with shaven crowns ; then a com- 
pany of soldiers with a band of music ; then a body of nuns, 
wrapped from head to foot in blue robes, and chanting in a 
low voice ; then followed another company of friars, and 
after them a great number of priests in white and black 
robes, bearing the statue of the saint, with a pyramid of 
flowers, crosses, and blazing wax tapers, while companies of 
soldiery, monks, and music, brought up the rear. The 
whole scene, dimly lighted by the wax tapers, produced in 
me a feeling nearly akin to fear, as if I were witnessing 
some ghostly, unearthly spectacle. To rites like these, 
however, which occur every few weeks, the people must be 
well accustomed. 

Although we had spent but three francs apiece since 
leaving Milan, and hoped to save enough to enable one of 
us to go on to Leghorn and have our draft cashed, we found 
that the signing of a passport would cost twenty francs (ten 
of which went to the American Consulate), and a second- 
cabin passage to Leghorn as much more. We again fell 
short, and in this emergency applied to Mr. Moro, the Ameri- 
can Vice-Consul. After submitting the draft to his secretary, 
who was a German and pronounced it genuine, and who 
made many unsuccessful inquiries among the merchants to 
ascertain whether the house on ^A4lich it was drawn had any 
correspondents in Genoa, Mr. Moro finally agreed to advance 



3^2 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

me money for my passaj^e, with the understanding that I 
should immediately forward enough to repay him, and to 
relieve my two friends, who were to remain behind a^ 
hostages. Our second embarrassment was thus overcome, 
and we now felt confident of getting to Florence before 
any further difficulties occurred. There was a boat to 
leave the same evening for Leghorn, and I at once took 
passage. 

The VlrgiUo was advertised to leave at six o'clock, and I 
accordingly went out to her in a little boat lialf an hour 
beforehand ; but we were delayed much longer, and I saw 
sunset again fade over the glorious amphitheatre of palaces 
and mountains, with the same orange glow — the same purple 
and crimson flush, deepening into twilight — as before. An 
old blind man in a skiff, floated around under the bows of the 
boat on the glassy water, singing to the violin a plaintive air 
that appeared to be an evening hymn to the Virgin. There 
was something very touching in his venerable countenance, 
with the sightless eyes turned upward to the sunset heaven 
whose glory he could never more behold. 

The lamps were lit on the tower at the end of the mole as 
we glided out on the open sea ; I stood on deck and watched 
the receding lights of the city, until they and the mountains 
above them were blended with the darkened sky. The sea- 
breeze was fresh and cool, and the stars glittered with a 
frosty clearness, which would have made the night delicious, 
had not a slight rolling of the waves obliged me to go below. 
Here, besides being half sea-sick, I was placed at the mercy 
of many voracious fleas. This was the first time I had suf-, 
fered from these cannibals, and such were my torments, that 



MORNING IN TUSCANY. 343 

I almost wished some bloodthirsty Italian would come and 
put an end to them with his stiletto. 

The first ray of dawn that stole into the cabin sent me on 
deck. The hills of Tuscany lay in front, sharply outlined 
on the reddening sky ; near us was the steep and rocky isle 
of Gorgona ; and far to the south-west, like a low mist along 
the water, ran the shores of Corsica — the birth-place of 
Columbus and Napoleon ! As the dawn brightened we saw 
on the southern hoiizon a cloud-like island, also imperishably 
connected with the name of the latter — the prison-kingdom 
of Elba. North of us extended the rugged mountains of 
Carrara — that renowned range whence has sprung many a 
form of almost breathing beauty, and where yet slumber^ 
perhaps, in the unhewn marble, the god-like shapes of an 
age of Art, more glorious than any the world has ever yet 
beheld ! 

The sun rose from behind the Appenines, and masts and 
towers became visible through the golden haze, as we 
approached the shore. On a flat space between the sea and 
the hills, not far from the foot of Montenero, stands Leg- 
horn. The harbor is protected by a mole, leaving a narrow 
passage, through which we entered, and after waiting two 
hours for the visit of the health and police officers, we were 
permitted to go on shore. The first thing that struck me, 
was the fine broad streets ; the second, the motley character 
of the population. People were hurrying about, noisy and 
bustling — Greeks in their red caps and capotes ; grave 
turbaned and bearded Turks ; dark Moors ; the corsair- 
looking natives of Tripoli and Tunis, and seamen of nearly 
every nation. At the hotel where I stayed, we had a eingu- 



844 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

lar mixture of nations at dinner : — two French, two Swiss, 
one Genoese, one Roman, one American and orve Turk— 
and we were waited on by a Tuscan and a Moor ! 
« The only place of amusement here in summer is a drive 
along the sea shore, called the Ardenza, which is frequented 
every evening by all who can raise a vehicle. I visited it 
twice with a German friends The road leads out along the 
Mediterranean, past an old fortress, to a large establishment 
for sea bathers, where it ends in a large ring, around which 
the carriages pass and re-pass, until sunset has gone out over 
the sea, when they return, to the city in a mad gallop, or as 
fast as the lean horses can draw them. In driving around, 
we met two or three carriages of Turks, in one of which I 
saw a woman of Tunis, with a curious gilded head-dress, 
eighteen inches in height. 

I frequently witnessed a spectacle which was exceedingly 
revolting to me. The condemned criminals, chained two and 
two, are kept at work through the city, cleaning the streets. 
They are dressed in coarse garments of a dirty red color, 
with the name of the crime for Avhich they were convicted, 
painted on the back. I shuddered to see so many marked 
with the words — " omicidio premeditato.^^ All day they are' 
thus engaged, exposed to the scorn and contumely of the 
crowd, and at night dragged away to be incarcerated in 
damp, unwholesome dungeons, excavated under the public 
thoroughfares. 

I presented my draft, drew a sufficient amount of money 
for my needs, and forwarded the requisite sum to Genoa. I 
noticed that Mr. Moro's correspondent insisted on sending 
the money to hhn, instead of to my friends — probably to 



APPROACH TO PISA. 345 

make sure of the payment of tlie loan. On going rlown to 

the wharf two days afterwards, I found F and !> 

just stepping on shore from tlie steamhoat, tired cnougli of 
the discomforts of tlic voynge, yet anxious to set out for Flq^ 
rence as soon as possible. After we had shaken off the crowd 
of porters, pedlars and vetturini, and taken a hasty breakfast 
at the Cafe Ainericimn, we went to tlie I'olice Office to get 
our passports, and had tlie satisfaction of paying two francs 
for permission to proceed to Florence. The weather had 
changed since the preceding day, and the sirocco-wind 
which blows over from the coast of Africa, filled tlie streets 
Avith clouds of dust, which made walking very unpleasant. 
The clear blue sky had vanished, and a leaden cloud hung 
low on the Mediterranean, hiding the shores of Corsica and 
the rocky isles of Gorgona and Capraja. 

The country between Leghorn and Pisa is a flat marsh, 
intersected in several places by canals to carry off the stag' 
nant water which renders this district so unhealthy. The 
entire plain between the mountains of Carrara and the hills 
back of Leghorn has been gradually formed by the deposits 
of the Arno and the receding of the Mediterranean, which 
is so shallow along the whole coast, that large vessels have to 
anchor several miles out. As we approached Pisa over the 
level marsh, I could see the dome of the Cathedral and the 
Leaning Tower rising above the gardens and groves which 
surround the city. 

Our baggago underwent another examination at the gate, 
where we were again assailed by the vetturini, one of whom 
hung on us like a leech until we reached a hotel, and there 
was finally no way of shaking him off except by engaging 



346 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

him to take \is fo Florence. The bargain having been con- 
eluded, we had still a few hours left, and set off to hunt the 
Cathedral. AVe found it on an open square near the outer 
I0all, and quite remote from the main part of the town. 
Emerging from the narrow and winding street, one takes in 
at a glance the Baptistery, the Oampo Santo, the noble Cathe- 
dral and the Leaning Tower — forming altogether a view 
rarely surpassed in Europe for architectural effect. But the 
square is melancholy and deserted, and rank, untrampled 
grass fills the crevices of its marble pavement. 

I was surprised at the beauty of the Leaning Tower. 
Instead of an old, black, crumbling f^ibric, as I always supposed, 
it is a light, airy, elegant structure, of white marble, and its 
declension, which is interesting as a work of art (or accident), 
is at the saiue time pleasing from its novelty. There have 
been many conjectures as to the cause of this deviation, 
winch is upwards of fourteen feet from the perpendicular ; 
but it is new generally believed that the earth having sunk 
when the building was half finished, it was continued by 
the architects at the same angle. The upper gallery, which 
is smaller than the others, shows a very perceptible inclina- 
tion back towards the perpendicular, as if in some degree 
to counterbalance their deviation. There are eight galleries 
in all, supported by marble pillars, but the inside of the 
Tower is hollow to the very top. 

We ascended by the same stairs which were trodden lo 
often by Galileo in going up to make his astronomical ob- 
servations. In climbing spirally around the hollow cylinder 
in the dark, it was easy to tell on which side of the Towc 
we were, from the proportionate steepness of the staircase. 



THE ECHO IN THE BAPTlSTEIii. n47 

There is a fine view from the top, embracing the whole 
phiin as far as Leghorn on one side, with its gardens and 
grain fields spread out like a vast map. In a valley of the 
Oarrarese Mountains to the north, we could see the littlt 
town of Lucca, much frequented at this season on account 
of its baths ; the blue summits of the Appenines shut in the 
view to the east. In walking through the city I noticed 
two other towers, which had nearly as great a deviation 
from the perpendicular. We met a person who had the key 
of the Baptistery, which he opened for us. Two ancient 
columns covered with rich sculpture form the doorway, and 
the dome is supported by massive pillars of the red marble 
of Elba. The baptismal font is of the purest Parian mar- 
ble. The most remarkable thing was the celebrated musical 
echo. Our cicerone stationed himself at the side of the font 
avid sang a few notes. After a moment's pause they were 
repeated aloft in the dome, but with a sound of divine sweet- 
ness — as clear and pure as the clang of a crystal bell. 
Another pause — and we heard them again, higher, fainter 
and sweeter, followed by a dying note, as if they were fad- 
ing far away into heaven. It seemed as if an angel lingered 
in the temple, echoing with his melodious lips the common 
harmonies of earth. 

The Campo Santo, on the north side of the Cathedral, 
was, until lately, the cemetery of the city ; the space in-' 
closed within its marble galleries is filled to the depth of 
eight or ten feet, with earth from the Holy Land. The ves- 
sels which carried the knights of Tuscany to Palestine were 
filled at Joppa before returning, with this earth as ballast, 
and on arriving at Pisa it was deposited in the Cemetery 



S [S MEWS A-FQOT. 

It has a peculiar property of clecomposing all human bodies 
in a very short time. A colonnade of marble incloses it, 
Avith windows of exquisite sculpture opening on the inside. 
At each end are two fine, green cypresses, which thrive re- 
markably in the soil of Palestine. The dust of a German 
emperor, among others, rests in this consecrated ground. 
There are other fine churches in Pisa, but the four build- 
ings I have mentioned, are the principal objects of inter- 
est. The tower where Count Ugolino and his sons were 
starved to death by the citizens of Pisa, who locked them 
up and threw the keys into the Arno, has lately been 
destroyed. 

An Italian gentleman having made a bargain in the 
meantime with our vetturino, we found every thing ready 
on returning to the hotel. On the outside of the town we 
mounted into the vehicle, a rickety-looking concern, and as 
it commenced raining, I was afraid we would have a bad 
night of it. After a great deal of bargaining, the vetturino 
agreed to take us to Florence that night for five francs 
apiece, provided one person would sit on the outside with 
the driver. I accordingly mounted in front protected by a 
blouse and umbrella, for it was beginning to rain dismally. 
The miserable, bare-boned horses were fastened with rope- 
traces, and the vetturino having taken the rope-lines in his 
hand, gave 2 flourish with his whip ; one old horse tumbled 
nearly to the ground, but he jerked him up again and we 
rattled off. 

After riding ten miles in this way, it became so wet and 
dreary, that I was fain to give the driver two francs extr^ 
for the privilege of an inside seat. Our Italian companion 



NICHT-JOIRN'EV IN illE KAIS. 0-10 

vras agreeable and talkative, but as v.o wore still igncrart 
of the language, I managed to hold a scanty conversation 
with hhn in French. He seemed delisrhted to learn that avo 

C \ .1 

Avere from America ; his polite reserve gave place lO a 
friendly familiarity, and he was loud in his praises of the 
Americans. I asked him why it was that he and the Italians 
generally were so friendly towards us. " I hardly know," 
he answered ; " you are so different from any other nation ; 
and then, too, you have so much sincerity." 

The Appenines were wreathed and hidden in thick mist, 
and the prospect over the flat cornfields bordering the road 
was not particularly interesting. We had made about one- 
third of the way as night set in, when on ascending a hill 

soon after dark, F happened to look out, and saw one 

of the axles bent and nearly broken off. We were obliged 
to get out and walk through the mud to the next village, 
when, after two hours' delay, the vetturino came along with 
another carriage. Of the rest of the way to Florence, I 
cannot say much. Cooped up in the narrow vehicle, we 
jolted along in the dark, rumbling now and then through 
some silent village, where lamps were burning before the 
solitary shrines. Sometimes a blinding light crossed the 
road, where we saw the tile-makers sitting in the red glare 
of their kilns, and often the black boughs of trees were 
painted momentarily on the cloudy sky. If the jolting 
carriage had even permitted sleep, the horrid cries of the 
vetturino, urging on his horses, would have prevented it ■, 
and I decided, while trying to relieve my aching limbs, that 
three days* walking in sun and sand was preferable to one 
night of such travel. 



350 VIEWS A-J-OOT. 

Finally about four o'clock in the morning the carriage 
stopped ; my Italian friend awoke and demanded the cause. 
" Signor," said the vetturino, " we are in Florence / " 1 
blessed the man, and the city too. The good-humored 
officer looked at our passports and passed our baggage without 
examination ; we gave the gatekeeper a paul and he ad- 
mitted us. The carriage rolled through the dark, silent 
streets — passed a public square — came out on the Arno — 
crossed and entered the city again — and finally stopped at a 
hotel. The master of the ''Lione Bia?tco " came down in 
an undress to receive us, and we shut the growing dawn out 
of our rooms to steal that repose from the day which the 
iiight had not given. 



CHAPTER XXXIII. 

RESIDENCE IN FLORENCE. 

Eooms in Florence— Cost of Living— The Eoyal Gallery— The Venus de Medici- 
Titian and Raphael— Michael Angclo— The Hall of Niobo— Value of Art to Ital}-— 
A "Walk to Ficsole— View of Val d'Arno — Ancient Eouian Theatre — Etruscan 
"Walls— The Tombs of Santa Croce— The Pitti Palace— Titian's '■ BelLV— The Ma- 
donna della Sediar— Michael Angelo's "Fates"'— The Boboli Gardens— Royal and 
Republican Children. 

Florexce, September, 184:5. 
Oi\ the day after our arrival here we met an American at 
the table d'hote of the Lione Bianco, who was kind enough 
to assist us in procuring rooms, and in twenty-four hours we 
were comfortably and permanently installed in Florence. 
We have taken three large and tolerably well furnished 
rooms in the house of Signor Lazzeri, a wealthy goldsmith, 
in the Via Vacchereccia, for which we pay ten scudi per 
month — a scudo being a trifle more than an American dollar. 
This includes lights, and the attendance of servants, to 
whom, however, we are expected to give an occasional 
gratuity. We live at the foffj< and T rut lone very readily 
for about twenty-five cents a day, so that our expenses will 



352 VIKAVS A-FOOT. 

not exceed twelve dollars a month, each. For our dinners at 
tlio Trattoria del Cacciatore wo pay about fourteen cents, 
and are furnished -with soup, three or four dishes o( meat 
and vegetables, frnit an.l a bottle of whie ! These dinners 
are made exceedinglv pleasant and cheerful bv the societv 
of several American artists Avhose acquaintance >ve have 
made. Another countryman, ^Ir. Tandy, of Kentucky, 
occupies a room in the same building with us, and will make 
our trio complete after the departure of my cousin, who will 

leave shortly for Heidelberg. B and 1 are so charmed 

with the place and the beautiful Tuscan dialect, that v. e 
shall endeavor to spend three or four months here and master 
the language, before proceeding further. \ 

Our tirst walk in Floreneo was to the Royal Gallery. 
Crossing the neighboring J^iozza del Ontmilttca, we passed 
Michael Angelo's colossal statue of Pavid, and an open gal- 
lery containing, besides some antiques, the master-piece of 
John of Bologna. The palace of tlie Umziit fronting on 
the Arno, extends alonir both sides of an avenue runninir 
back to the Palazzo Yecchio. We entered the portico 
which passes around under the great building, and after 
ascending three or four flights of steps, came into a long hall, 
filled with paintino's and ancient statuarv. Towards the 
end of this, a door opened into the Tribune — that celebrated 
room, unsurpassed by any m the world for the number and 
value of the gems it contains. I pushed aside a crimson 
curtain and stood in the presence of the Venus do Medici. 

It mav bo considered heresy, but I confess I did not go 
into raptures, nor at first perceive any traces of superhuman 
beauty. The predominant feeling was satisfaction ; the eyo 



TITIAH AND ItAPHAEL. 303 

dwells on its exrjuisitc outline with a gratified sense, that 
nothing is wanting to render it perfect. It is the ideal of a 
woman's form — a faultless standard by whicli all beauty may 
be measured, but without marked expression, except in the 
modest and graceful position of the limbs. The face, though 
regular, is not handsome, and the body appears small, being 
but five feet in heigiit, which, I think, is a little below the 
average stature of women. On each side, as if to heighten 
its elegance by contrast with rude and vigorous nature, are 
the statues of the Wrestlers, and the slave listening to the 
conspiracy of Catiline, called also The Whetter. 

As if to correspond with the value of the works it holds, 
the Tribune is paved with precious marbles and the ceiling 
studded with polished mother-of-pearl. A dim and subdued 
light fills the hall, and throws over the mind that half- 
creamy tone necessary to the full enjoyment of such objects. 
On each side of the Venus de Medici hangs a Venus by 
Titian, the size of life, and painted in that rich and gorgeous 
style of coloring which has been so often and vainly attempt- 
ed since his time. Here also arc six of Raphael's best pre- 
served paintings. I prefer the ♦* St. John in the Desert" to 
any other picture in the Tribune. His glorious form, in the 
fair proportions of ripening boyhood — the grace of his atti- 
tude, with the arm lifted eloquently on high — the divine 
inspiration which illumines his young features— chain tlie 
step irresistibly boforv-i it. It is one of those triumphs of the 
pencil which few but Raphael have accomplished. 

The " Drunken Bacchus" of Michael Angelo is greatly 
admired, and indeed it might pass for a relic of the palmiest 
times of Grecian art. The face, amidst its half-vacant, 



354 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

sensual expression, sliows traces of its immortal origin, and 
tliere is still an a'r of dignity preserved in the SAvagger of 
liis beautiful form. At one end of the gallery is a fine copy 
in marble of the Laocoon, by Bandinelli, one of the rivals 
of Michael Angelo. When it was finished, the former boast- 
ed it was better than the original, to which Michael made 
the apt reply : *' It is foolish for those who walk in the foot- 
steps of others, to say they go before them !" 

Let us enter the hall of Niobe. One starts back on seeing 
the many figures in the attitude of fliglit, for they seem at 
first about to spring from their pedestals. At the head of 
the room stands the atHicted mother, bending over the 
youngest daughter, who clings to her knees, with an upturn- 
ed countenance of deep and imploring agony. In vain ! 
the shafts of Apollo fall thick, and she will soon be childless. 
"iSo Avonder the strength of that woe depicted on her counte- 
nance should change her into stone. One of her sons — a 
beautiful, boyish form, — is lying on his back, just expiring, 
with the chill languor of death creeping over his limbs. We 
seem to hear the quick vv'histling of the arrows, and look 
involuntarily into the air to see the hovering figure of the 
avenging god. In a chamber near is kept the head of a 
faun, made by Michael Angelo, at the age of fourteen, in 
the garden of Lorenzo de Medici, from a piece of marble 
given him by the workmen. 

Italy still remains the home of Art, and it is but ^just she 
should keep these treasures, though the age that brought 
them forth has passed away. They are her only support 
now ; her people are dependent for their subsistence on the 
glory of the Past. The spirits of the old painters, living 



VALUE OF ART TO ITALY. 355 

still on their canvas, eariy-from year to year the bread of 
an indigent and oppressed people. This ouglit to silence 
those utilitarians at home, who oppose the cultivation of the 
fine arts, on the ground of their being useless luxuries. Let 
them look to Italy, where a picture by Raphael or Correggio 
is a rich legacy for a whole city. Nothing is useless that 
gratifies that perception of Beauty, which is at once the most 
delicate and the most intense of our mental sensations, bind- 
ing us by an unconscious link nearer to nature and to Him, 
whose every thought is born of Beauty, Truth and Love. I 
envy not the man who looks with a cold and indifferent 
spirit on these immortal creations of the old masters — these 
poems written in marble and on the canvas. They who 
oppose every thing which can refine and spiritualize the 
nature of man, by binding him down to the cares of the 
work-day world alone, cheat life of half its glory. ^ 

The sky was clear and blue, as it always is in this Italian 
paradise, when we left Florence a few days ago for Fiesole. 
We passed the Port^ San Gallo, with its triumphal arch to 
the Emperor Francis, striding the road' to Bologna, and 
took the way to Fiesole along the dried-up bed of a mountain 
torrent. The dwellings of the Florentine nobility occupy the 
whole slope, surrounded with rich and lovely gardens. The 
mountain and plain are covered with luxuriant olive or- 
chards, whose foliage of silver gray gives the scene the look 
of a moonlight landscape. At the base of the mountain of 
Fiesole we passed one of the summer palaces of Lorenzo the 
]\Iagnificent, and a little distance beyond, took a foot-path 
overshadowed by magnificent cypresses, between whose 



OjO views a Fl)-)!\ 

dark trunks we looked down on the lovely Val d'Arno. But 
I will reserve all description of the view until we arrive a/ 
the summit. 

The modern village of Fiesole occupies the site of an 
ancient city, generally supposed to be of Etrurian origin. 
Just above, on one of the peaks of the mountain, stands the 
Acropolis, formerly used as a fortress, but now untenanted 
save by a few monks. From its walls, beneath the shade of 
a few cypresses, there is a magnificent view of the whole of 
Val d'Arno, with Florence — the gem of Italy — in the cen- 
tre. Stand with me a moment on the height, and let us 
gaze on this grand panorama, around which the Apennines 
stretch with a majestic sweep, wrapped in a robe of purple air, 
throusrh which shimmer the villas and villas-es on their sides ! 
The lovely vale lies below us iu its garb of olive groves, 
among which beautiful villas are sprinkled as plentifully aj 
white anemones in the woods of ]\[ay. Florence is in front 
of us, the magnificent cupola of the Duonio crowning its 
clustered palaces. AYe see the airy toMcr of the Palazzo 
Yeccliio-^the new spire of Santa Croce — and the long front of 
the Palazzo Pitti, with the dark foliage of the Boboli Gardens 
behind. Beyond, far to the south, are the summits of the 
mountains near Siena. We can trace the sandy bed of the 
Arno down the valley until it disappears at the foot of tlie 
Lower Appenines, which mingle in the distance with the 
mountains of Carrara. 

Galileo was wont to make observations " at evening from 
the top of Fiesole," and the square to^vver of the old church 
3s still pointed out as the spot. Many a p'ght did he r.scend 



ANCIENT I10>IAN THEATRK. 357 

to its projecting terrace, and watch the stars as thej rolled 
around through the clearest heaven to which a philosopher 
ever looked up. 

We passed through an orchard of fig trees, and vines 
laden with beautiful purple and golden clusters, and in a few 
minutes reached the remains of an amphitheatre, in a little 
nook on the mountain side. This was a work of Roman 
construction, as its form indicates. Three or four ranges of 
seats alone are laid bare, and these have only been dis- 
covered within a few years. A few steps further we came 
to a sort of cavern, overhung with wild fig-trees. After 
creeping in at the entrance, we found ourselves in an oval 
chamber, tall enough to admit of our standing upright, and 
rudely but very strongly built. This was one of the dens 
ill which the wild beasts were kept ; they were fed by a 
hole in the top, now closed up. This cell communicates 
with four or five others, by apertures broken in the walls. I 
stepped into one, and could see in the dim light, that it was 
exactly similar to the first, anJ opened into another beyond. 

Further down the mountain we found the ancient wall of 
the city, without doubt of Etrurian origin. It is of immense 
blocks of stone, and extends more or less dilapidated around 
the whole brow of the mountain. In one place there stands 
a solitary gateway, of large stones, which appears to have 
been one of the first attempts at using the principle of the 
arch. These ruins are all gray and ivied, and it startles 
one to think what a history tlie Earth has lived through, 
since their foundations were laid ! 

One of my first visits was to the church of Santa Croce. 
This is one of the oldest in Florence, venerated alike by 



858 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

foreig-ners and citizens, for the illustrious dead whoso 
remains it holds. It is a plain, gloomy pile, the front of 
which is still uniinished, though at the base one sees that it 
was originally designed to bo covered with black marble. 
On entering the door we lirst saw the tomb of JMichael 
Angelo. Around the marble sarcophagus which contains 
his ashes are three mourning figures, representing Sculpture, 
Pi\inting. and Architecture, and his bust stands above — a 
rough, stern countenance, like a man of vast but impatient 
mind. Further on are the tombs of AHieri and Machiavelli, 
and the colossal cenotaph lately erected to Dante. Opposite 
reposes Galileo. 'What a world of renown in these few 
names ! It makes one venerate the majesty of his race, to 
stand beside the dust of such lofty spirits. 

In that part of the city, which lies on the south bank of 
the Arno. is the palace of the Grand Duke, known by the 
name of the Palazzo Pitti, from a Florentine noble of that 
name, by whom it was first built. It is a very large, impos- 
ing pile, preserving an air of lightness in spite of the rough, 
heavy masonrv. It is another example of a magnificent 
failure. The Marquis Strozzi, having built a palace which 
was imiversally admired for its beauty, (which stands yet, a 
model of chaste and massive elegance,) his rival, the Marquis 
Pitti, made the proud boast that he would build a palace, in 
the court-yard of which could be placed that of Strozzi. 
These are actually the dimensions of the court-yard ; but in 
buildinjr the palace, althou2:li he was liberallv assisted by the 
Florentine people, ho ruined himself, and his magnificent 
residence passed into other hands, while that of Strozzi is 
ir.habited bv b.ls do.-.cendants to this verv dav. 



OALLEKir OF tiih: pitti palace. 359 

The gallery of the Palazzo Pitti is one of the finest in 
Europe. It contains six or seven hundred paintings, select- 
ed from the best works of the Italian masters. Vjy the 
praiseworthy liberality of the Duke, they are open to the 
public, six hours every day, and the rooms are thronged 
with artists of all nations. Among Titian's works, there is 
his celebrated " Bella," a half-length figure of a young wo- 
man. It is a masterpiece of warm and brilliant coloring, 
without any decided expression. The countenance is that 
of vague, undefined thought, as of one who knew as yet 
notliing of the realities of life. In another room is his 
Magdalen, a large, voluptuous form, with her brown hair 
falling like a veil over her shoulders and breast, but iu 
her upturned countenance one can sooner read a prayer 
for an absent lover than repentance for sins she has com- 
mitted. 

What could excel in beauty the Madonna dflla Sedia of 
Rapliael ? It is another of those works of that divine artist, 
on which we gaze and gaze with a never-satisfied enjoyment 
of its angelic loveliness. Like his unrivalled Madonna in the 
Dresden Gallery, its beauty is spiritual as well as earthly ; 
and while gazing on the glorious countenance of the Jesus- 
child, I feel an impulse I can scarcely explain — a longing 
to tear it from the canvas as if it were a breathing form, and 
clasp it to my heart in a glow of passionate love. 

There is a small group of the " Fates," by Michael Angelo, 
which is one of the best of the few pictures that remain of 
him. As is well known, he disliked the art, saying it was 
only fit for women. This picture shows, however, how much 
he might have done for it, had he been so inclined. The 



860 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

three weird sisters are gliostly and awful — the further one 
holding the distaff, almost frightful. She who stands ready 
to cut the thread as it is spun out, has a slight trace of pity on 
her fixed and unearthly lineaments. It is a faithful embodi- 
mont of the old Greek idea of the Fates. I have wondered 
v\!!y some artist has not attempted the subject in a different 
way. In the Northern Mythology they are represented as 
wild maidens, armed with swords and mounted on fiery tjour- 
sers. Why might they not also be pictured as angels, with 
countenances of a sublime and mysterious beauty — one all 
radiant with hope and promise of glory, and one with the 
token of a better future mingled with the sadness with which 
she severs the links of life 1 

Occupying all the hill back of the Pitti Palace, are the 
Boboli Gardens, three times a week the great resort of the 
Florentines. They are said to be the most beautiful gar- 
dens in Italy. Numberless paths, diverging from a magni- 
ficent amphitheatre in the old Homan style, opposite the 
court -yard, lead either in long flights of steps and ter- 
races, or gentle windings among beds sweet with roses, to 
the summit. ' Long avenues entirely arched and embowered 
with the thick foliage of the laurel, which here grows to a 
tree, stretch along the slopes or wind in the woods through 
thickets of the fragrant bay. Parterres, rich with flowers and 
shrubbery, alternate with delightful groves of the Italian 
pine, acacia, and the laurel-leaved oak ; and along the hill- 
side, gleaming among the foliage, are placed statues of 
marble, some of which are from the chisels of Michael 
Augclo and Bandinelli. In one part there is a little sheet- 
of water, with an island of orange-trees in the centre, from 



ROYAL AND REPUBLICAN CHILDREN. 361 

which a broad av<}nue of cypresses and statues leads to the 
very summit of the hill. 

We often go there to watch the sun set over Florence 
and the vale of the Arno. The palace lies directly below, 
and a clump of pine trees on the hillside, that stand out in 
bold relief on the glowing sky, makes the foreground to one 
of the loveliest pictures this side of the Atlantic. I saw one 
afternoon the Grand Duke and his family get into their 
carriage to drive out. One of the little dukes, who seemed 
a mischievous imp, ran out on a projection of the portico, 
where considerable persuasion had to be used to induce him 
to jump into the arms of his royal papa. I turned from 
these titled infants to watch a group of beautiful American 
children playing, for my attention was drawn to them by 
the sound of familiar words, and I learned afterwards they 
were the children of the sculptor Powers. I contrasted 
involuntarily the destinies of each ; — one to the enjoyment 
and proud energy of freedom, and one to the confining and 
vitiating atmosphere of a court. The merry voices of the 
latter, as they played on the grass, came to my ears most 
gratefully. There is nothing so sweet as to hear one's < i 
native tongue in a foreign land from the lips of children ! 



OH APTE R XXXIV. 

A PILGRIMAGE TO VALLOMBROSA. 

A Pilgrimage to Vallombrosa — The Valley of the Arno — Eain — Tuscan Peasants^— 
Pellago — Associations — Climbing the Mountain — Pastoral Scenery — Monastic 
Wealth — Arrival at Vallombrosa — An Italian Panorama — The Paradisiuo — An 
Escape from the Devil — A Capture by the Devil — The Chapel — Milton in Italy — 
Departure from Vallombrosa — Evening on the Mountain Side — The Charms of 
Italy. 

A PILGRIMAGE to Vallombrosa ! — in sooth it lias a romantic 
sound. The phrase calls up images of rosaries, and crosses, 
and shaven-headed friars. Had we lived in the olden days, 
such things might verily have accompanied our journey to 
that holy monastery. We might then have gone barefoot, 
saying prayers as we toiled along the banks of the Arno 
and up the steep Appenines, as did Benvenuto Cellini, be* 
fore he poured the melted bronze into the mould of hig 
immortal Perseus. But we are pilgrims to the shrines of 
Art and Genius ; the dwelling-places of great minds are our 
sanctuaries. The mean dwelling, in which a poet has bat- 
tled down poverty with the ecstasy of his lofty conceptions, 
and the dungeon in which a persecuted philosopher has 



THE VALLEY OF THE ARNO. 363 

languished, are to us sacred ; we turn aside from the palaces 
of kings and the battle-fields of conquerors, to visit them. 
The famed miracles of San Giovanni Gualberto added little, 
in our eyes, to the interest of Vallombrosa, but there was 
reverence and inspiration in the names of Dante, Milton, and 
Ariosto. 

We left Florence early, taking the way that leads from 
the Porta della Croce, up the north bank of the Arno. It 
was a bright morning, but there was a sha(Je of vapor on the 
hills, Avhich a practised eye might have taken as a prognostic 
of the rairi that too soon came on. Fiesole, with its tower 
and Acropolis, stood out brightly from the blue background, 
and the hill of San Miniato lay with its cypress groves in 
the softest morning light. The Contadini were driving into 
the city in their basket wagons, and there were some fair 
young faces among them, which made us think that Italian 
beauty is not altogether in the imagination. 
. After walking three or four miles, we entered the Appe- 
nines, keeping along the bank of the Arno, whose bed is 
more than half dried up from the long summer heats. The 
mountain sides were covered with vineyards, glowing with 
their, wealth of white and purple grapes, but the summits 
were naked and barren. We passed through the little town 
of Ponte Sieve, at the entrance of a romantic valley, where 
our view of the Arno was made more interesting by tlio 
lofty range of the Appenines, amid whose forests we could 
see the white front of the monastery of Vallombrosa. But 
the clouds sank low and hid it from sight, and the rain came 
on so hard that we were obliged to take shelter occasionally 
in the cottages by the wayside. In one of these we made 



564 VlliV/S A-FOOT. 

a dinner of tlie hard, black bread of tlie country, rendered 
palatable by the addition of mountain cheese and some chips 
of an antique Bologna sausage. We were much amused in 
conversing with the simple hosts and their shy, gipsy-like 
children, one of whom, a dark-eyed, curly -haired boy, bore 
the name of Haphael. We also became acquainted with a 
shoemaker and his family, who owned a little olive orchard 
and vineyard, which they said produced enough to support 
them. Wishing to know how much a fiimily of six consum- 
ed in a year, we inquired the yield of their property. They 
answered, twenty small barrels of wine, and ten of oil. It 
was nearly sunset when we reached Pellago, and the Avet 
walk and coarse fare we were obliged to take on the road, 
well qualified us to enjoy the excellent supper the pleasant 
landlady gave us. 

This little town is among the Appenines, at the foot of the 
magnificent mountain of Vallombrosa. What a blessing it 
was for Milton, that he saw its loveliness before his eyes 
closed on this beautiful earth, and gained from it another hue 
in which to dip his pencil, when he painted the bliss of 
Eden I I watched the hills all day as we approached them, 
and thought how often his eyes had rested on their out- 
lines, and how he had carried their forms in his memory for 
many a sunless year. The banished Dante, too, had trod- 
den them, flying from his ungrateful country ; and many 
another, whose genius has made him a beacon in the dark 
sea of the world's history. It is one of those places where 
the enjoyment is all romance, and the blood thrills as wo 
gaze upon it. 

AVc started early next morning, crossed the ravine, and 



PASTORAL SCENERY. 865 

took the well-paved way to the monastery along the moun- 
tain side. The stones are worn smooth by the sleds in 
which ladies and provisions are conveyed up, drawn by the 
beautiful white Tuscan oxen. The hills are covered with 
luxuriant chestnut and oak trees, of those picturesque forms 
which they only wear in Italy : one wild dell in particular 
is much resorted to by painters for the ready-made fore- 
gi ounds it supplies. Further on, we passed the Puterno, 
a rich farm belonging to the Monks. The vines which hung 
from tree to tree, were almost breaking beneath clusters as 
heavy and rich as those which the children of Israel bore 
on staves from the Promised Land. Of their flavor, we can 
say, from experience, they were worthy to have grown in 
Paradise. We then entered a deep dell of the mountain, 
where little shepherd girls were sitting on the rocks tending 
their sheep and spinning with their fingers from a distaff, in 
the same manner, doubtless, as the Roman shepherdesses 
two thousand years ago. Gnarled, gray olive trees, centu- 
ries old, grew upon the bare soil, and a little rill fell iii many 
a tiny cataract down the glen. By a mill, in one of the 
coolest and wildest nooks I ever saw, two of us acted the 
part of water-sprites under one of these, to the great 
astonishment of four peasants who watched us from a dis- 
tance. 

Beyond, our road led through forests of chestnut and oak, 
and a broad view of mountain and vale lay below us. We 
asked a peasant boy we met, how much land the Monks of 
Vallombrosa possessed. " All that you see !" was the re- 
ply. The dominion of the good fathers reached once even 
to the gates of Florence. At length, about noon, v, c enio: r-od 



366 VIKWS A-FOOT. 

from the woods into a broad avenue leading across a lawn, 
at the extremity of which stood the massive buildings of 
the monastery. On a rock that towered above it, was 
the Paradisino, beyond which rose the mountain, covered 
with forests — 

" Shade above shade, a woody theatre 
Of stateliest view." 

We were met at the entrance by a young monk in cowl 
and cassock, to whom we applied for permission to stay until 
the next day, which was immediately given. Brother Pla- 
cido (for that was his name) then asked us if we would not 
have dinner. AVe replied that our appetites were none the 
worse for climbing the mountain j and in half an hour sat 
down to a dinner, the like of which we had not seen for a 
long time. Verily, thought I, it must be a pleasant thing to 
be a monk, after all ! — that is, a monk of Vallombrosa. 

In the afternoon we walked through a grand pine forest 
to the western brow of the mountain, where a view opened 
which it would require a wonderful power of the imagina- 
tion for the reader to see in fancy, as I did in reality. From 
the height where we stood, the view was uninterrupted to 
the Mediterranean, a distance of more than seventy miles ; 
a valley watered by a branch of the Arno swept far to the 
east, to the mountains near the lake of Thrasymene ; north- 
westwards the hills of Carrara bordered the horizon ; and 
the space between these wide points was filled with moun- 
tains and valleys, all steeped in that soft blue mist which 
makes Italian landscapes more like heavenly visions than 
realities. Florence was visible afar off, and the current of 



AN ESCAPE FROM THE DEVIL. 3G7 

the Amo flashed in the sun. A cool and almost chilling 
wind blew constantly over the mountain, although the 
country below basked in summer heat. We lay on the 
rocks, and let our souls luxuriate in the lovely scene until 
near sunset. Brother Placido brought us supper in the 
evening, with his ever-smiling countenance, jand we soon 
after Avent to our beds in the neat, plain chambers, to get 
rid of the unpleasant coldness. 

Next morning it was damp and misty, and thick clouds 
rolled down the forests towards the convent. I set out for 
the "Little Paradise," taking in my Avay the pretty cascade 
which falls some fifty feet down the rocks. The building is 
not now as it was when Milton lived there, having been 
rebuilt within a short time. I found no one there, and 
satisfied my curiosity by climbing over the wall and looking 
in at tlie windows. A little chapel stands in the cleft of the 
rock below, to mark the miraculous escape of St. John 
Gualberto, founder of the monastery. Being one day very 
closely pursued by the Devil, he took shelter under the 
rock, which immediately became soft and admitted him into 
it, while the fiend, unable to stop, was precipitated over the 
steep. All this is related in a Latin inscription, and we sjirv 
a large hollow in the rock near, which must have been 
intended for the imprint left by his sacred person. 

One of the monks told us another legend, concerning a 
little chapel which stands alone on a wild part of the 
mountain, above a rough pile of crags, called the ** Peak of 
the Devil." " In the time of San Giovanni Gualberto, the 
holy founder of our order," said he, " there was a young 
man, of a noble family in Florence, who was so moved by 



368 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

tlie words of the saintly father, that he forsook the world, 
wherein he had lived with great luxury and dissipation, and 
became monk. But, after a time, being; young and tempted 
again by the pleasures he had renounced, he put off the 
sacred garments. The holy San Giovanni warned him of 
the terrible danger in which he stood ; and at length the 
wicked young man returned. It was not a great while, 
however, before he became dissatisfied, and in spite of all 
holy counsel, did the same thing. But behold what hap- 
pened ! As he was walking along the peak where the 
chapel stands, thinking nothing of his great crime, the devil 
sprang suddenly from behind a rock, and catching the young 
man in his arms, before he could escape, carried him with a 
dreadful noise and a great red flame and smoke over the 
precipice, so that he was never afterwards seen." 

The church attached to the monastery is small, but very 
solemn and venerable. I went several times to muse in it? 
still, gloomy aisle, and hear the murmuring chant of the 
monks, who went through their exercises in some of the 
chapels. At one time I saw them all, in long, black cas- 
socks, march in solemn order to the chapel of St. John 
Gualberto, where they sang a deep chant, which to me had 
something awful and sepulchral in it. Behind the high altar 
I saw their black, carved chairs of polished oak, with pon- 
derous gilded foliants lying on the rails before them. The 
attendant opened one of these, that we might see the manu- 
script notes, three or four centuries old, from which they sang. 

We were much amused in looking through two or three 
Italian books, which were lying in the travellers' room. One 
of these which our friend, Mr. Tandy, read, described the 



MILTON IN ITALY. 3G0 

miracles of the patron saint with an air of the most ridicu- 
lous solemnity. The other was a description of the Monas- 
tery, its foundation, history, etc. In mentioning its great 
and far-spread renown, the author stated that even an Eng- 
lish poet, by the name of Milton, had mentioned it in the 
following lines, which I copied verbatim from the book : 

"Thick as autumnal scaves that strow she brooks 
la vallombrosa, whereth Etruiau Jades 
Stigh over orch d'erabrover !" 

We were so delighted with the place that we would have 
stayed another day, but for fear of trespassing too much on 
the lavish and unceasing hospitality of the good fathers. So 
in the afternoon we shook hands Avith Brother Placido, and 
turned our backs regretfully upon one of the loneliest and 
loveliest spots of which earth can boast. The sky became 
gradually clear as we descended, and the mist raised itself 
from the distant mountains. We ran down through the 
same chestnut groves, diverging a little to visit the village oi 
Tosi, which is very picturesque Avhen seen from a distance, but 
extt-emely dirty to one passing through. I stopped in the 
ravine below to take a sketch of the mill and bridge, and as 
we sat, the line of golden sunlight rose higher on the moun- 
tains above. On walking down the shady side of this glen, 
we were enraptured with the scenery. A brilliant yet mel- 
low glow lay over the whole opposing height, lighting up 
the houses of Tosi and the white cottages, half seen among 
the olives, while the mountain of Vallombrosa stretched far 
heavenward like a sunny painting, with only a misty wreath 
floating and waving around its summit. The glossy foliage 

of the chestnuts was made still brighter by the warm light, 

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3*70 VIEVVd A-FOGT, 

and the old olives softened down into a silvery gray, wliosfl 
contrast gave the landscape a character of the mellowest 
beauty. As we wound out of the deep glen, the broad val- 
leys and ranges of the Appenines lay before us, forests, cas- 
tles, and villages steeped in the soft, vapory blue of the Ita- 
lian atmosphere, and the current of the Arno flashing like a 
golden belt through the middle of the picture. 

The sun Avas nearly down, and the mountains just below 
him were of a deep purple hue, while those that ran out to 
the eastward wore the most aerial shade of blue. A few 
scattered clouds, floating above, soon put on the sunset robe 
of orange, and a band of the same soft color encircled the 
western horizon. It did not reach half way to the zenith, 
however ; the sky above was blue, of such a depth and 
transparency, that to gaze above was like looking into 
eternity. Then how softly and soothingly the twilight came 
on ! How deep a hush sank on the chestnut glades, broken 
only by the song of the cicada, chirping its good-night carol ! 
The mountains, too, how majestic they stood in their deep 
purple outlines ! Sweet, sweet Italy ! I can feel now how 
the soul may cling to thee, since thou canst thus gratify its 
insatiable thirst for the Beautiful. Even thy plainest scene 
is clothed in hues that seem borrowed of heaven ! In the 
twilight, more radiant than light, and the stillness, more elo- 
quent than music, which sink down over the sunny beauty 
of thy shores, there is a silent, intense poetry that stirs the 
soul through all its impassioned depths. With warm, bliss- 
ful tears filling the eyes and a heart overflowing with its 
own happy fancies, I wander in the solitude and calm of 
such a time, and love thee as if I were a child of thy soil ! 



CHAPTER XXXV, 

S'LORENCE — EXCURSIONS AND INCIDENTS. 

A "Walk to Siena— The Landlady— The Inn at Querciola— Siena and its Cathedral- 
Parting from F The Grapes of Italy— The Dome of the Duomo— Climbing 

In the Dark— A Cathedral Scene— Walk to Pratolino— Tlie Vintage— The Colossus 
of the Appenines— The Grand Duke's Farm— Degeneracy of the Modern Italians— 
The Joy of Travel— The Races at the Cascine- The Holy Places of Florence- The 
Anatomical Museum — ^American Artists in Florence — Progi'css of American Art — 
Brown — Kellogg — Greenough — Ives — Mozier — Powers — The Statue of Eve — The 
Fisher Boy — Ibraham Pasha in Florence — Tuscan Winter — Galileo's Tower — Our 
Financial Experiences — Relief— The Memory of Pleasure and Privation— An Inci- 
dent—Boat Voyage on the Arno — Amateur Starvation — The Ascent of Mouto 
Morello — ^The Chapel of the Medici— A Farewell Meditation. 

Florence, October 22, 1845. 
Towards the end of September, my cousin, who was 
anxious to reach Heidelberg before the commencement of 
the winter term of the University, left Florence on foot for 
Rome, whence he intended returning to Genoa by way of 
Civita Vecchia. We accompanied him as far as Siena, forty 
miles from here, and then returned to our old quarters and 
the company of our friend, Mr. Tandy. The excursion was 
very pleasant, and the more interesting because B and 



o^2 VIEWS A 'FOOT. 

I intend taking tlie mountain road to Rome by way of 
Perugia. 

We dined the first day seventeen miles from Florence, at 
Tavenella, where, for a meagre dinner, the hostess had the 
assurance to ask us seven pauls. We told her we would 
give bxit four and a half, and by assuming a decided manner, 
with a respectful use of the word " Sig7iora,'^ she was per- 
suaded to be fully satisfied with the latter sum. From a 
height near, we could see the mountains coasting the Medi- 
terranean, and shortly after, on descending a long hill, the 
little town of Poggibonsi lay in the warm afternoon light, on 
an eminence before us. It was soon passed with its dusky 
towers, then Stagia looking desolate in its ruined and ivied 
walls, and following the advice of a peasant, we stopped for 
the night at the inn of Querciola. As we knew something 
of Italian by this time, we thought it best to inquire the price 
of lodging, before entering. The 'padrone asked if we meant 
to take supper also. We answered in the affirmative ; " then," 
said he, " you will pay half a paul (about five cents) apiece 
for a bed." We passed under the swinging bunch of boughs, 
which in Italy is the universal sign of an inn for the common 
people, and entered the bare, smoky room appropriated to 
travellers. A long table, with well-worn benches, was the 
only furniture ; we threw our knapsacks on one end of it 
and sat down, amusing ourselves, while supper was preparing, 
in looking at a number of grotesque charcoal drawings on 
the wail, which the flaring light of our tall iron lamp reveal- 
ed to us. At length the hostess, a kindly-looking woman, 
with a white handkerchief folded gracefully around her head, 
brought us a dish of fried eggs, which, with the coarse black 



SIENA AND ITS CATHEDRAL. 373 

bread of the peasants and a basket full of rich grapes, made 
us an excellent supper. We slept on mattresses stuffed with 
corn-husks, placed on square iron frames, which are the bed- 
steads most used in Italy. A brightly-painted caricature of 
ftome saint, or rough crucifix, trimmed with bay-leaves, hung 
at the head of each bed, and under their devout protection 
we enjoyed a safe and unbroken slumber. 

Next morning we set out early to complete the remaining 
ten miles to Siena. The only thing of interest on the road, 
is the ruined wall and battlements of Castiglione, circling a 
high hill and looking as old as the days of Etruria. The 
towers of Siena are seen at some distance, but the traveller 
does not perceive its romantic situation until he arrives. It 
stands on a double hill, which is very steep on some sides ; 
the hollow between the two peaks is occupied by the great 
public square, ten or fifteen feet lower than the rest of tlie 
city. \Yc left our knapsacks at a cvje and sought the cele- 
brated Cathedral, which stands in the highest part of the 
town, forming with its flat dome and lofty marble tower, an 
apex to the pyramidal mass of buildings. 

The interior is rich and elegantly perfect. The walls are 
alternate bands of black and white marble, which has a sin- 
gular but agreeable effect. The inside of the dome and the 
vaulted ceilings of the chapels, are of blue, with golden 
stars ; the pavement in the centre is so precious a work that 
it is kept covered with boards and only shown once a year. 
In an adjoining chamber, with frescoed walls and a beautiful 
tesselated pavement, is the library, consisting of a few huge 
old volumes, which, with their brown covers and brazen 
clasps, look as much like a collection of flat leather trunks 



8*74 ' VIEWS A-FOOT. 

as any thing else. In the centre of the room sfancls tl.€ 
mutilated group of the Grecian Graces, found in digging the 
foundation of the Cathedral. The figures are still beautiful 
and graceful, with that exquisite curve of outline which is such 
a charm in the antique statues. Oanova has only perfected 
the idea in his celebrated group, which is nearly a copy of 
this. 

We strolled through the square and then accompanied 

F to the Roman gate, where we took leave of him for 

six months at least. He felt lonely at the thought of walking 
in Italy without a companion, but was cheered by the antici- 
pation of soon reaching Rome. "We watched him awliile, 
walking rapidly over the hot plain towards Radicofani, and 
then, turning our faces towards Florence, we commenced 
the return walk. I must not forget to mention the delicious 
grapes which we bought, begged and stole on the way. 
The whole country is a vineyard— and the people live, in a 
great measure, on the fruit during this part of the year. 
Would the reader not think it highly romantic and agreeable 
to sit in the shade of a cypress grove, beside some old 
weather-beaten statues, looking out over the vales of the 
Appenines, with a pile of white and purple grapes beside 
him, the like of which can scarcely be had in America for 
love or money, and which had been given him by a dark- 
eyed peasant girl? If so, he may envy us, for such was 
exactly our situation on the morning before reaching Flo- 
rence. 

Being in the Duomo, two or three days ago, I met a Ger- 
man traveller, who has walked through Italy thus far, and 
intends continuing his journey to Rome and Naples. His 



THE DOME OF THE DUOxMO. 375 

name was Von E-aumer. lie was well ac(][uainted with the 
present state of America, and I derived much pleasure from 
his intelligent conversation. We concluded to ascend the 
cupola in company. Two black-robed boys led the way ; 
after climbing an infinite number of steps, we reached the 
gallery around the foot of the dome. The glorious view of 
that paradise, the vale of the Arno, shut in on all sides by 
mountains, some bare and desolate, some covered with villas, 
gardens, and groves, lay in soft, hazy light, with the sha- 
dows of scattered clouds moving slowly across it. They 
next took us to a gallery on the inside of the dome, where 
we first saw the immensity of its structure. Only from a 
distant view, or in ascending it, can one really measure its 
grandeur. The frescoes, which from below appear the size 
of life, are found to be rough and monstrous daubs ; each 
figure being nearly as many fathoms in length as man is 
feet. Continuing our ascent, we mounted between the in- 
side and outside shells of the dome. It was indeed a bold 
idea for Brunelleschi to raise such a mass in air. The dome 
of St. Peter's, which is scarcely as large, was not made 
until a century after, and this was, therefore, the first attempt 
at raising one on so grand a scale. 

There was a small door in one of the projections of the 
lantern, which the sacristan told us to enter and ascend still 
higher. Supposing there was a fine view to be gained, two 
priests, who had just come up, entered it ; the German fol- 
lowed, and I after him. After crawling in at the low door, 
we found ourselves in a hollow pillar, little wider than our 
bodies. Looking up, I saw the German's legs just above 
my head, wldle the other two were above him, ascending by 



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means of little iron bars fastened in the marble. The priesta 
were very much amused, and the German said : — " This is 
the first time I ever learned chimney-sweeping !" We 
emerged at length into a hollow cone, hot and dark, with a 
rickety ladder going up somewhere ; we could not see where. 
The old priest not wishing to trust himself to it, sent his 
younger brother up, and we shouted after him : — *' Wliat 
kind of a view have you ?" He climbed up until the cone 
got so narrow that he could go no further, and answered 
back in the darkness : — "I see nothing at all!" Shortly 
after he came down, covered with dust and cobwebs, and we 
all descended the chimney quicker than we went up. The 
old priest considered it a good joke, and laughed till his fat 
sides shook. We asked the sacristan why he sent us up, 
and he answered : — " To see the construction of the Church !" 
I attended service in the Cathedral one dark, rainy morn- 
ing, and was never before so deeply impressed with the 
majesty and grandeur of the mighty edifice. The thick, 
cloudy atmosphere darkened still more the light which came 
through the stained windows, and a solemn twilight reigned 
in the long aisles. The mighty dome sprang far aloft, as if 
it inclosed a part of heaven, for the light that struggled 
through the windows around its base, lay in broad bars on 
the blue, hazy air. I should not have been surprised at 
seeing a cloud float along within it. The lofty burst of the 
organ boomed echoing away through dome and nave, with 
a chiming, metallic vibration, shaking the massive pillars 
which it would defy an earthquake to rend. All was wrap- 
ped in dusky obscurity, except where, in the side-chapels, 
crowns of tapers were burning around the images. One 



THE COLOStBUS OF TlIJi APPENINES, S/i 

knows not which most to admire, the genius which could 
conceive, or the perseverance which could accomplish such 
a work. On one side of the square, the colossal statue of 
the architect, glorious old Brunelleschi, is most appropriately 
placed, looking up with pride at his performance. 

We lately made an excursion to Pratolino, on the Appe- 
nines, to see the vintage and the celebrated colossus, by 
John of Bologna. Leaving Florence in the morning, with 
a cool, fresh wind blowing down from the mountains, we 
began ascending by the road to Bologna. We passed Fiesole 
with its tower and acropolis on the right, ascending slowly, 
with the bold peak of one of the loftiest Appenines on our 
left. The abundant fruit of the olive was beginning to turn 
brown, and the grapes were all gathered in from the vine- 
yards, but we learned from a peasant-boy that the vintage 
was not finished at Pratolino. 

We finally amved at an avenue shaded Avith sycamores, 
leading to the royal park. The vintagers were busy in the 
fields around, unloading the vines of their purple tribute, 
and many a laugh and jest among the merry peasants en- 
livened the toil. We assisted them in disposing of some fine 
> clusters, and then sought the *' Colossus of the Appenines." 
He stands above a little lake, at the head of a long moun- 
tain-slope, broken with clumps of magnificent trees. This 
remarkable figure, the work of John of Bologna, impresses 
one like a relic of the Titans. He is represented as half- 
kneeling, supporting himself with one hand, while the other 
is pressed upon the head of a dolphin, from which a little 
stream falls into the lake. The height of the figure, when 
erect, would amount to more than sixty feet ! We measured 



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one of the feet, wliicli is a single piece of rock, about eiglit feet 
long ; from the ground to the top of one knee is nearly twenty 
feet. The limbs are formed of pieces of stone, joined toge- 
ther, and the body of stone and brick. His rough hair and 
eyebrows, and the beard, which reaches nearly to the ground, 
are formed of stalactites, taken from caves, and fastened 
together in a dripping and crusted mass. These hung also 
from his limbs and body, and gave him the appearance of 
Winter in his mail of icicles. By climbing up the rocks at 
his back, we entered his body, which contains a small-sized 
room ; it was even possible to ascend through his neck and 
look out at his ear ! The face is in keeping with the figure 
■: — stern and grand, and the architect (one can hardly say 
sculptor) has given to it the majestic air and sublimity of 
the Appenines. But who could build up an image of the Alp ? 
» We visited the factory on the estate, where wine and oil 
are made. The men had just brought in a cart-load of large 
wooden vessels, filled with grapes, which they were mashing 
with heavy wooden pestles. When the grapes were pretty 
well reduced to pulp and juice,- they emptied them into an 
enormous tun, which they told us would be covered air-tight, 
and left for three or four*weeks, after which the wine would 
be drawn off at the bottom. They showed us also a great 
stone mill for grinding olives ; this estate of the Grand 
Duke produces five hundred barrels of wine and a hundred 
and fifty of oil, every year. The former article is the 
universal beverage of the laboring classes in Italy, or I 
might say, of all classes ; it is, however, the pure blood of 
the grape, and although used in such quantities, one sees 
little drunkenness — far less than in our own land. 



ITALIAN MORALS. 879 

Althongli this sweet climate, with its wealth of sunlight 
and balmy airs, may enchant the traveller for awhile and 
make him wish at times that his whole life might be spent 
amid such scenes, it exercises a most enervating influence on 
those who are born to its enjoyment. It relaxes mental and 
physical energy, and disposes body and mind to dreamy 
inactivity. The Italians, as a race, are indolent and effemi- 
nate. Of the moral dignity of human nature they have 
little conception. Those classes who are engaged in active- 
occupation seem even destitute of common honesty, practis- 
ing all kinds of deceits in the most open manner and appa 
rently without the least shame. The state of morals is low- 
er than in any other country of Europe ; what little virtue 
exists is found among the peasants. Many of the most 
sacred obligations of society are universally violated, and as 
a natural consequence, the people are almost entire strangers 
to that domestic happiness, which constitutes the true enjoy- 
ment of life. 

This dark shadow in the moral atmosphere of Italy hangs 
like a curse on her beautiful soil, weakening the sympathies 
of citizens of freer lands with her fallen condition. No 
people can ever become truly great or free, who are not 
virtuous. If the soul aspires for liberty — pure and perfect 
liberty — it also aspires for everything that is noble in Truth, 
everything that is iioly in Virtue. It is greatly to be feared 
that all those nervous and impatient efforts which have been 
made and are still being made by the Italian people to bet • 
ter their condition, will be of little avail, until they set up a 
better standard of personal principle and improve the cha' 
racter of their lives. 



380 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

I attended to-day tlie fall racCxS at the Cascine. This is a 
dahy farm of the Grand Duke on the Arno, below the city ; 
part of it, shaded with magnificent trees, has been made into 
a public promenade and drive, which extends for three miles 
down the river. Towards the lower end, on a smooth green 
lawn, is the race-course. To-day was the last of the season, 
for which the best trials had been reserved. It was the very 
perfection of autumn temperature, and I do not remember 
to have ever seen so blue hills, so green meadows, so fresh 
air and so bright sunshine combined in one scene before. 
Travelling increases very much one's capacity for admira- 
tion. Every beautiful scene appears as beautiful as if it had 
been the first ; and although I may have seen a hundred 
times as lovely a combination of sky and landscape, the 
pleasure which it awakens is never diminished. This is one 
of the greatest blessings we enjoy — the freshness and glory 
which Nature wears to our eyes for ever. It shows that the 
soul never grows old — that the eye of age can take in the 
impression of beauty with the same enthusiastic joy which 
leaped through the heart of childhood. 

We found the crowd around the race-course but thin ; 
half the people there, and all the horses, appeared to be 
English. It was a good place to observe the beauty of 
Florence, which, however, may be seen in a short time, as 
there is not much of it. There is beauty in Italy, undoubt- 
edly, but it is either among the peasants or the higher ranks 
of the nobility. I will tell our American women confiden- 
tially, for I know they have too much sense to be vain of it, 
that they surpass the rest of the world as much in beauty as 
they do in intelligence and virtue. I saw in one of the 



RACES AT THE CASCINE. 381 

carriages the wife of Alexander Dumas, the French author. 
She is a large, fair-complexioned woman, and is now, from 
what cause I know not, living apart from her husband. 

The jockeys paced up ancl down the fields, preparing their 
beautiful animals for the approaching heat, and as the hour 
drew nigh the mounted dragoons busied themselves in clear- 
ing the space. It was a one-mile course, to the end of the 
lawn and back. At last the bugle sounded, and off went 
three steeds like arrows let fly. They passed us, their light 
limbs bounding over the turf, a beautiful dark-brown taking 
the lead. We leaned over the railing and watched them 
eagerly. The bell rang — they reached the other end — we 
saw them turn and come dashing back, nearer, nearer ; the 
crowd began to shout, and in a faw seconds the brown one 
had won it by four or five lengths. The fortunate horse was 
led around in triumph, and I saw an English lady, remark- 
able for her betting propensities, come out from the crowd 
and kiss it in apparent delight. 

Florence is fast becoming modernized. The introduction 
of gas, and the construction of the railroad to Pisa, which is 
nearly completed, will make sad havoc with the air of poe- 
try which still lingers in its silent streets. There is scarcely 
a bridge, a tower, or a street, which is not haunted by some 
stirring association. In the Via San Felice, Haphael used 
to paint when a boy ; near the Ponte Santa Trinita stands 
Michael Angelo's house, with his pictures, clothes, and paint- 
ing implements, just as he left it three centuries ago ; on the 
south side of the Arno is the house of Galileo, and that of 
Machiavelli stands in an avenue near the Ducal Palace. "While 
threading my way tlirough some daik, crooked streets in 



882 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

an unfrequented part of the city, I noticed an old untenant- 
ed house, bearing a marble tablet above the door. I drew 
near and read : — " In this house of the Alighieri was born 
the Divine Poet !" It was the birth-place of Dante ! 

We lately visited the Florentine Museum. Besides the 
usual collection of objects of natural history, there is an 
anatomical cabinet, very celebrated for its preparations in 
wax. All parts of the human frame are represented so 
wonderfully exact, that students of medicine pursue their 
studies here in summer with the same facility as from real 
subjects. Every bone, muscle, and nerve in the body is 
perfectly counterfeited, the whole forming a collection as 
curious as it is useful. One chamber is occupied with repre- 
sentations of the plague in Home, Milan, and Florence. 
They are executed with horrible truth to nature, but I re- 
gretted afterwards having seen them. There are enough 
forms of beauty and delight in the world on which to em- 
ploy the eye, without making, it familiar with scenes which 
can only be remembered with a shudder. 

We derive much pleasure from the society of the Ameri- 
can artists who are now residing in Florence. At the 
houses of Powers, and Brown, the painter, we spend many 
delightful evenings in the company of our gifted country- 
men. They are drawn together by a kindred, social feeling, 
as well as by their mutual aims, and form among themselves 
a society so unrestrained, American-like, that the traveller 
who meets them forgets his exile for a time. These no- 
ble representatives of our country, all of whom possess the 
true, inborn spirit of republicanism, have made the Ame- 
rican name known and respected in Florence. Powers, 



AMERICAN ARTISTS TV FLORENCB. 883 

especially, who is intimate with many of the principal Ita- 
lian families, is universally esteemed. The Grand Duke has 
more than once visited his studio and expressed the highest 
admiration of his talents. 

In Florence, and indeed through all Italy, there is much 
reason for our country to be proud of the high stand her 
artists are taking. The sons of our rude western clime, 
brought up without other resources than their own genius 
and energy, now fairly rival those, who from their cradle 
upwards have drawn inspiration and ambition from the glo- 
rious masterpieces of the old painters and sculptors. 
Wherever our artists are known, they never fail to create a 
respect for American talent, and to dissipate the false notions 
respecting our cultivation and refinement, which prevail in 
Europe. There are now eight or ten of our painters and 
sculptors in Florence, some of whom, I do not hesitate to 
say, take the very first rank among living artists. 

I have been greatly delighted with the Italian landscapes 
of Mr. George L. Brown ; they have that golden mellow- 
ness and transparency of atmosphere which gives such a 
charm to the real scenes. He has wooed Nature like a 
lover, and she has not withheld her favors. Mr. Kellogg, who 
has just returned from the Orient, brought with him a rich 
harvest of studies, which he is now maturing on the canvas. 
His sketches are of great interest and value, and their re- 
sults will give him an enviable reputation. Greenough,who 
has been some time in Germany, returned lately to his stu- 
dio, whei*e he has a colossal group in progress for the por- 
tico of the Capitol. It represents a backwoodsman just 
triumphing in the struggle with an Indian, and promises tc 



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be a very powerful and successful work. Mr. Ives, a young 
sculptor from Connecticut, has just completed the clay 
models of two works — a boy with a dead bird, charmingly 
simple and natural, and a head of Jephthah's Daughter. 
There are several other young countrymen here, just com- 
mencing their studies, who show all that enthusiasm and ex- 
travagance, without which there is no success in Art. 

Mr. Mozier, an American gentleman, who has been resid- 
ing here for some time with his family, recently took a piece 
of clay for pastime, and to the astonishment of his friends, 
has now nearly completed an admirable bust of his little 
daughter. He has been so successful that he intends devot- 
ing himself to the art — a devotion so rare, that it must surely 
meet with some return. 

Would it not be better for some scores of our rich mer- 
chants to lay out their money on statues and pictures, 
instead of balls and spendthrift sons ? A few such expendi- 
tures, properly directed, would do much for the advancement 
of the fine arts. An occasional golden blessing, bestowed 
on genius, might be returned to the giver, in the fame he had 
assisted in creating. There seems, however, to be at pres- 
ent a rapid increase in refined taste, and a better apprecia- 
tion of artistic talent in our country. And as an American, 
nothing has made me feel prouder than this, and the steadily 
increasing reputation of our artists. 

Of these, no one has done more within the last few years, 
than Powers. With a tireless and persevering energy, such 
as could have belonged to few but Americans, he has al- 
ready gained an imperishable name in his art. I cannot de- 
scribe the enjoyment I have derived from looking at h:B 



THE "eve" of roWEKS. 385 

matcliless works. I should hesitate in giving my own im- 
perfect judgment of their excellence, if I had not found it 
to coincide with that of many others who are better versed 
in the rules of art. When I read a notice seven or eight 
years ago, of the young sculptor of Cincinnati, whose busts 
exhibited so much evidence of genius, I little dreamed that 
I should meet him in Florence, with the experience of years 
of toil added to his early enthusiasm, and every day increas- 
ing his renown. 

The statue of Eve is in my opinion one of the finest works 
of modern times. So completely did the first view excite my 
surprise and delight, and thrill every feeling that awakes at the 
sight of the Beautiful, that my mind dwelt intensely on it for 
days afterwards. This is the Eve of Scripture — the Eve of 
Milton — mother of mankind and fairest of all her race. 
With the full and majestic beauty of ripened womanhood, 
she wears the purity of a world as yet unknown to sin. 
With the bearing of a queen, there is in her countenance the 
softness and grace of a tender, loving woman : 

" God-like erect, with native honor clad 
In naked majesty." 

She holds the fatal fruit extended in her hand, and her face 

expresses the struggle between conscience, dread, and desire. 

The serpent, whose coiled length under the leaves and 

flowers entirely surrounds her, thus forming a beautiful 

allegorical symbol, is watching her decision from an ivied 

trunk at her side. 

Powers has now nearly finished an exquisite figure of a 

fisher-boy, standing on the shore, with his net and rudder in 

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888 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

one hand, while with the other he holds a shell to his ear, 
and listens if it murmur to him of a gathering storm. His 
slight, boyish limbs are full of grace and delicacy — you feei 
that the youthful frame could grow up into nothing less than 
an Apollo. Then the head—how beautiful ! Slightly beni ' 
on one side, with the rim of the shell thrust under his locks, 
lips gently parted, and the face wrought up to the most 
hushed and breathless expression, he listens whether the 
sound be deeper than its wont. It makes you hold your 
breath and listen, to look at it. Mrs. Jameson somewhere 
remarks, that repose or suspended motion should be always 
chosen for a statue that shall present a perfect, unbroken 
impression to the mind. If this be true, the enjoyment must 
be much more complete where not only the motion, but 
breath and thought are suspended, and all the faculties are 
wrought into one hushed and intense sensation. In gazing 
on this exq[uisite conception, I feel my admiration filled to 
the utmost, without that jDainful, aching impression, so often 
left by beautiful works. It glides into my vision like a form 
long missed from the gallery of beauty I am forming in my 
mind, and I gaze on it with an ever new and increasing 
delight. 

The other day I saw Ibrahim Pacha, the son of old Me- 
liemet Ali, driving in his carriage through the streets. He 
is here on a visit from Lucca, where he has been spending 
some time on account of his health. He is a man of ap- 
parently fifty years of age ; his countenance wears a stern 
and almost savage look, very consistent with the character 
he bears and the political part he has played. He is rather 
portly in person, the pale olive of his complexion contrasting 



Galileo's tower. 38 V 

strongly with a beard perfectly white. In common with all 
his attendants, he wears the high red cap, picturesque blue 
jacket, and full trowsers of the Egyptians. There is 
scarcely a man of them whose face with its wild, oriental 
beauty, does not chow to cdvantags among as civilizec ani 
prosaic Ohrlstlans. 



December 19, 1845. 

I took a walk lately to the tower of Galileo. In company 
with three friends, I left Florence by the Porta Romana, and 
ascended the Poggie lmpcr':ale. This beautiful avenue, a 
mile and a quarter in length, leading up a gradual ascent to 
a villa of the Grand Duke, is bordered with splendid 
cypresses and evergreen oaks, and the grass banks are 
always fresh and green, so that even in winter it calls up a 
remembrance of summer. In fact. Winter does not wear the 
scowl here that he has at home ; he is robed rather in a 
threadbare garment of autumn, and it is only high up on the 
mountain tops, out of the reach of his enemy, the sun, that 
he dares to throw it off, and bluster about with his storms 
and scatter down his snow-flakes. The roses still bud and 
bloom in the hedges, the emerald of the meadows is not a 
whit paler, the sun looks down lovingly as yet, and there 
are only the white helmets of some of the Appenines, with 
the leafless mulberries and vines, to tell us that we have 
changed seasons. 

A quarter of an hour's walk, part of it by a path through 
an olive orchard, brought us to the top of a hill, which was 
surmounted by a square, broken, ivied tower, forming part of 



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a storehouse for tlie produce of the estate. Wo entered, 
saluted hj a dog, and passing; through a court-yard, in which 
stood two or three carts full of brown olives, found our way 
to the rickety staircase. I spared my sentiment in going 
up, thinking the steps might have been renewed since Ga- 
lileo's time, but the glorious landscape which opened around 
us when we reached the top, time could not change, and 1 
gazed upon it with interest and emotion, as my eye tocli in 
those forms which had once been mirrored in the philosopher's. 
Our Tuscan life is at last at an end. After a residence of 
nearly four months, we shall take leave of beautiful Florence 
to-morroAv. Our departure has been somev/hat delayed by 
the necessity of waiting for remittances from home. By tlie 
first of November, our means were entirely exhausted, br.t 
our friend, Mr. Tandy, generously shared his purse with us 
until the long-expected letters arrived. Finally, I received 
a draft for one hundred dollars, sixty of which were due to 
Mr. T., who, in his turn, was beginning to look anxious] y 
for remittances, and had stinted himself for our sakes. 

B — was out of money, and does not expect to get any 

more until we reach Paris, so that we had only forty dollars 
between us, for the journey to E-ome and thence to Paris. 
We had already pushed economy to its furthest point, and 
it was evident that the thing was impossible. But it was 
equally impossible to give up our plan of travel. I finally 
went to Mr. Powers, who has treated me Avith the greatest 
kindness and hospitality during our residence here, and 
asked him to lend me fifty dollars for two or three months. 
He complied with a readiness and cordiality which Avas most 
grateful, and relieved me of the painful embarrassment 



AN AMUSING EXPERIENCE. 389 

which I could not help feeling. TVe have now ninety 
dollars, which we are confident will carry us through. But 
Greece — Greece is lost to us ! Oh for a hundred dollars, 
that I might see the Parthenon before I die ! 

My residence in Florence has been thoroughly hai:)py and 
delightful, and I leave it with sincere regret. These priva- 
tions, and anxieties, and embarrassments, are forgotten the 
moment they are over, while the memory of pleasure re- 
mains as distinct as the reality. I know I shall hereafter 
find even a delight in thinking of the hardest of my 
experiences ; one of them is already sufiiciently amusing, 
and may amuse the reader also. Mr. Tandy, as I said, 
shared his own means with us, after our own had failed, 
until what he had in Florence was nearly exhausted. His 
banker lived in Leghorn, and he determined to go there and 
draw for more, instead of having it sent through a corres- 
pondent. B decided to accompany him, and two young 

Englishmen, who had just arrived on foot from Geneva, 
joined the party. They resolved on making an adventure 
out of the expedition, and it was accordingly agreed that 
they should take one of the market-boats of the Arno, and 
sail down to Pisa, more than fifty miles distant, by the 
river. We paid one or two visits to the western gate of the 
city, where numbers of these craft always lie at anchor, and 
struck a bargain with a sturdy boatman, that he should take 
them for a scudo each. 

The hour of starting was nine o'clock in the evening, and 
I accompanied them to the starting-place. The boat had a 
Blight canvas covering, and the crew consisted only of the 
owner and his son Antonio, a boy of ten. I shall not recount 



890 VIEWS A FOOT. 

tlieir voyage all that niglit (which was so cold, that they tied 
each other up in the boatmen's meal-bags, around the neckn 
and lay down in a heap on the ribbed bottom of the boat); 
nor their adventures in Pisa and Leghorn. They were to be 
absent three or four days, and had left me money enough to 
live upon in the meantime, but the next morning our bill for 
washing came in, and consumed nearly the whole of it. I 
had about four crazie (three cents) a day left for my meals, 
and by spending one of these for bread, and the remainder 
for ripe figs, of which one crazie will purchase fifteen or 
twenty, and roasted chestnuts, I managed to make a diminu- 
tive breakfast and dinner, but was careful not to take much 
exercise, on account of the increase of hunger! As it hap- 
pened, my friends remained two days longer than I had ex- 
pected, and the last two crazie I had were expended for one 
day's provisions. I then decided to try the next day with- 
out anything, and actually felt a curiosity to know what 
one's sensations would be, on experiencing two or three days 
of starvation. I knew that if the feeling should become insup- 
portable, I could easily walk out to the mountain of Fiesole, 
where a fine fig orchard shades the old Roman amphitheatre. 
But the experiment was broken off in its commencement, by 
the arrival of the absent ones, in the middle of the following 
night. Such is the weakness of human nature, that on find- 
ing I should not want for breakfast, I arose from bed, and 
ate the two or three remaining figs which, by a strong exer- 
tion, I had saved from the scanty allowance of the day. I 
began to experience a powerful feeling of weakness and 
vacuity, and my breakfast the next day — the most delicious 
meal I ever ate— cost me at least ten cents 



ASCENT OF MONTE MORELLO- 301 

Whoever looks on the vallej of the Arno from San MiniatOj 
and observes the Appenine range, of which Fiesole is one, 
bounding it on the north, will immediately notice to the 
northwest a double peak rising high above all the others. 
The bare, brown forehead of this, known by the name of 
Monte Morello, seemed so provokingly to challenge an 
ascent, that we determined to try it. So we started early, 
a few days ago, from the Porta San Gallo, with nothing but 
the frosty grass and fresh air to remind us of the middle of 
December. Leaving the Prato road, at the base of the 
mountain, we passed Oareggi, a favorite farm of Lorenzo the 
Magnificent, and entered a narrow glen where a little brook 
was brawling down its rocky channel. Here and there stood 
a rustic mill, near which women were busy spreading their 
washed clothes on the grass. Following the footpath, we 
ascended a long eminence to a chapel where some boys were 
amusing themselves with a common country game. They 
have a small Avlieel, around which they wind a rope, and, 
running a little distance to increase the velocity, let it off with 
a sudden jerk. On a level road it can be thrown upwards of 
a quarter of a mile. 

From the chapel, a gradual ascent along the ridge of a 
hill brought us to the foot of the peak, which rose high be- 
fore us, covered with bare rocks and stunted oaks. The 
wind blew coldly from a snowy range to the north, as we 
commenced ascending with a good will. A few shepherds 
were leading their flocks along the sides, to browse on the 
grass and withered bushes, and we started up a large hare 
occasionally from his leafy covert. The ascent was very 
toilsome ; I was obliged to stop frequently on account of the 



392 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

painful throbbing of my heart, which made it diincult to 
breathe. When the summit was gained, we lay d»wa awhile 
on the leeward side to cover ourselves. 

We looked on the great valley of the Arno, perhaps 
twenty -five miles long, and five or six broad, lying like a 
long elliptical basin sunk among the hills. I can liken it to 
nothing but a vast sea ; for a dense, blue mist covered the 
level surface, through which the domes of Florence rose up 
like a craggy island, while the thousands of scattered villas 
resembled ships, with spread sails, afloat on its surface. The 
sharp, cutting wind soon drove us down, with a few hundred 
bounds, to the path again. Three more hungry mortals did 
not dine at the Ccciatore that day. 

The chapel of the Medici, which we visited, is of wonder- 
ful beauty. The walls are entirely encrusted with 'pietni 
dura and the most precious kinds of marble. The ceiling is 
covered with gorgeous frescoes by Benevenuto, a modern 
painter. Aroimd the sides, in magnificent sarcophagi of 
marble and jasper, repose the ashes of a few Cosmos and 
Ferdinands. I asked the sacristan for the tomb of Lorenzo 
the Magnificent. " Oh !" said he, " he lived during the Re- 
public — he has no tomb; these are only for Dukes!" I 
could not repress a sigh at the lavish waste of labor and 
treasure on this one princely chapel. They might have 
slumbered unnoted, like Lorenzo, if they had done as much 
for their country and Italy. 



It is with a heavy heart, that I sit down to-night to make 
my closing note in this lovely eity and in the journal which 



A FAREWELL MEDITATION. 393 

lias recorded my thoughts and impressions since leaving 
America. I should find it difficult to analyse my emotions, 
but I know that they oppress me pahifully. So much ruslics 
at once over the mind and heart— memories of what has 
passed through both, since I made the first note in its pages 
— alternations of hope and anxiety and aspiration, but never 
despondency — that it resembles, in a manner, the closing of a 
life. I seem almost to have lived through the common term 
of a life in this fhort period. Much spiritual and mental ex- 
perience has crowded into a short time the sensations of 
years. Painful though some of it has been, it was still wel- 
come. Difficulty and toil give the soul strength to crush, in 
a loftier region, the passions which draw strength only from 
the earth. So long as we listen to the purer promptings 
within us, there is a Power invisible, though not unfelt, which 
protects us — amid the toil and tumult and soiling struggle, 
there is ever an eye that watches, ever a heart that over- 
flows with Infinite and Almighty Love ! Let us trust then 
in that Eternal Spirit, who pours out on us his warm and 
boundless blessings, through the channels of so many kin- 
dred human hearts ! 



CHAPTER XXXVI. 

"WINTER TRAVELLING AMONG THE APPENINES. 

Departure from Florence — Eain among the Appenines— The lun at Cucina— Talk* 
with the Tuscan Peasants — Central Italy — Arezzo — Italian Country Inns — Engaging 
a Calesino — Lake Thrasymene— The Battle-field — Night-Eide to Perugia— Journey 
to Eoligno — Vale of the Olitumnus — Our Fellow Passengers — Spoleto and Monte 
Somma— Terni without the Cascade — Narni — Otricoli — Travelling hy Vetturino— 
Soracte at Sunset — Walking with the Dragoon — The Campagna — First Sight of St. 
Peter's — Entering Rome — The Pantheon by Starlight — The Dragoon's Adieu — 
Rome. 

Rome, December 28, 1845. 
WPi left Florence on. the 20tli, while citizens and strangers 
were vainly striving to catch a glimpse of the Emperor of 
Russia. He is, from some cause, very shy of being seen, in 
his journeys from place to place, using the greatest art and 
diligence to prevent the time of his departure and arrival 
from being known. I waited some time in front of his hotel 
to see him drive out, and at that very time he was in the 
Pitti Palace, with the Grand Duke. The sky did not pro. 
mise much, as we set out ; and when we had entered the 
Appenines and taken a last look at the lovely valley behind 
us, and the great dome of the city where we had spent four 



THE IKN AT CUCINA. 395 

deliglitfiil months, it began to rain heavily. Determined to 
conquer the weather at the beginning, we kept on, although 
before many miles were passed, it became too penetrating 
to be agreeable. The mountains grew nearly black under 
the shadow of the clouds, and the storms swept drearily 
down their passes and defiles, until the scenery was more like 
the Hartz than Italy. We were obliged to stop at Pont^ 
Sieve and dry our saturated garments : when, as the rain 
slackened somewhat, we rounded the foot of the mountain 
of Vallombrosa, above the swollen and noisy Arno, to the 
little village of Cucina. 

We entered the only inn in the place,- followed by a crowd 
of Avondering boys, for two such travellers had probably 
never been seen there. They made a blazing fire for us in 
the broad chimney, and after the police of the place had satis- 
fied themselves that we were not dangerous characters, they 
asked many questions about our country. I excited the 
sympathy of the women greatly in our behalf by telling 
them we had three thousand miles of sea between us and 
our homes. They exclaimed in the most sympathizing 
tones : " Poverini ! so far to go ! — three thousand miles of 
water !" 

The next morning we followed the right bank of the Arno. 
At Incisa, a large town on the river, the narrow pass broad- 
ens into a large and fertile plain, bordered on the north by 
the mountains. The snow storms Avere sweeping around 
their summits the whole day, and I thought of the desolate 
situation of the good monks who had so hospitably enter- 
tained us three months before. It Avas weary travelling ; but 
at Levane our fatigues were soon forgotten. Two or three 



306 MEWS A-FOOT. 

peasants were sitting at niglit beside the blazing iire, and we 
were amused to hear them talking about us. I overheard 
one asking another to converse with us awhile. " Why- 
should I speak to them ?" said he ; " they are not of our 
profession — we are swineherds, and they do not care to talk 
with us." However, his curiosity prevailed at last, and we 
had a long conversation together. It seemed difficult for 
them to comprehend how there could be so much water to 
cross, without any land, before reaching our country. Find- 
ing we were going to Home, I overheard one remark that 
^e were pilgrims, which seemed to be the general supposition, 
as there are few foot-travellers in Italy. The people said to 
one another as we passed along the road : — " They are 
making a journey of penance !" These peasants expressed- 
themselves very well for persons of their station, but they 
were remarkably ignorant of every thing beyond their own 
olive orchards and vine fields. 

On leaving Levane, the morning gave a promise, and the . 
sun winked at us once or tv*ace through the broken clouds, 
with a watery eye ; but our cup was not yet full. After 
crossing one or two shoulders of the range of hills, we de- 
scended to the great upland plain of Central Italy, Avatered 
by the sources of the Arno and the Tiber. The scenery is 
of a remarkable character. The hills appear to have been 
washed and swept by some mighty flood. They are worn 
into every shape — pyramids, castles, towers — standing deso- 
late and brown, in long ranges, like the ruins of mountains. 
The plain is scarred with deep gullies, adding to the look of 
decay which accords so well with the Cyclopean relics of the 
country. A storm of hail which railed away before us, dis- 



ITALIAN COUNTRY INNS. 897 

closed the city of Arezzo, on a hill at the other end of the 
plain, its heavy cathedral crowning the pyramidal mass of 
buildings. Our first care was to find a good trattoria, for 
hunger spoke louder then sentiment, and then we sought 
the house where Petrarch was born. A young priest show- 
ed it to us on the summit of the hill. It has not been 
changed since he lived in it. 

On leaving Florence, we determined t ) pursue the same 
plan as in Germany, of stopping in the inns frequented by 
the common people. They treated us here, as elsewhere, 
with great kindness and sympathy, and we were freed from 
the outrageous impositions practised at the greater hotels. 
They always built a large fire to dry us, after our day's 
walk in the rain, and placing chairs in the hearth, which was 
raised several feet above the floor, stationed us there, like 
the giants Gog and Magog, Avhile the children, assembled 
below, gazed up at our elevated greatness. They even 
invited us to share their simple meals with them, and it was 
amusing to hear their good-hearted exclamations of pity at 
finding we were so far from home. We slept in the great 
beds (for the most of the Italian beds are calculated for a 
man, wife, and four children !) without fear of being assas- 
sinated, and only met with banditti in dreams. 

This is a very unfavorable time of the year for foot-travel- 
ling, as we found before the close of the third day. We 
A\%alked until noon over the Val di Chiana to Camuscia, the 
list post-station in the Tuscan dominions. On a mountain 
near it is the city of Cortona, still inclosed within its Cyclo- 
pean walls, built long before the foundation of Rome. Here 
our patience gave way, melted down by the unremitting 



398 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

rains, and while eating dinner we made a bargain for a 
vehicle to take us to Perugia. We gave a little more than 
half of what the vetturino demanded, which was still an 
exorbitant price — two scudi each for a ride of thirty miles. 

In a short time we were called to take our seats. I be- 
held with consternation a rickety, uncovered, two-wheeled 
vehicle, to which a single lean horse was attached. " What !" 
said I : "is that the carriage you promised ? " " You bar 
gained for a caUsino,'' said he, " and there it is ! " adding, 
moreover, that there was nothing else in the place So we 
clambered up, thrust our feet among the hay, and the 
machine rolled ofP with a kind of saw-mill motion, at the 
rate of five miles an hour. Soon after, in ascending the 
mountain of the Spelunca, a sheet of blue water was re- 
vealed below us — the lake of Thrasymene ! From the emi- 
nence around which we drove, we looked on the whole of 
its broad surface and the mountains which encompass it. It 
is a magnificent sheet of water, in size and shape somewhat 
like New York Bay. While our calesino was stopped at 
the papal custom-house, I gazed on the memorable field 
below us. A crescent plain, between the mountain and tlis 
lake, was the arena where two mighty empires met in com- 
bat. The place seems marked by nature for the scene of 
some great event. I experienced a thrilling emotion, such 
as no battle plain has excited, since, when a schoolboy, I 
rambled over the field of Brandywine. I looked through 
the long arcades of patriarchal olives, and tried to cover the 
field Avith the shadows of the Roman and Carthaginian 
myriads. I recalled the shock of meeting legions, the clash 
of swords and bucklers, and the waving of standards amid 



A NIGHT-RIDE IN THE RAIN. 399 

the dust of battle, while stood on the mountain amphi' 
theatre, tremblmg and invisible, the protecting deities of 
Home. 

We rode over the plain, passed through the dark old town 
of Passignano, built on a rocky point by the lake, and 
dashed along the shore. A dark, stormy sky bent over us, 
and the roused waves broke in foam on the rocks. The 
winds whistled among the bare oak boughs, and shook the 
olives until they twinkled all over. The vetturino whipped 
our old horse into a gallop, and we were borne on in unison 
with the scene, which would liave answered for one of Hoff- 
man's wildest stories. 

Ascending a long hill, we took a last look in the dusk at 
Thrasymene, and continued our journey among the Ap- 
penines. The vetturino was c') have changed horses at 
Magione, thirteen miles from Peitigia, but there were none 
to be had, and our poor beast was obliged to perform the 
whole journey without rest or food. It grew very dark, 
and a storm, with thunder and lightning, swept among the 
hills. The clouds were of pitchy darkness, and we could 
see nothing beyond the road, except the lights of peasant- 
cottages trembling through the gloom. Now and then a flash 
of lightning revealed the black masses of the mountains, on 
which the solid sky seemed to rest. The wind and cold rain 
swept wailing past us, as if an evil spirit were abroad on the 
darkness. Three hours of such nocturnal travel brought us 
to Perugia, wet and chilly, as well as our driver, but I pitied 
the poor horse more than him. 

When we looked out the window, on awaking, the 
clustered house-tops of the city, and the summits of the 



400 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

mountains near, were covered with snow. As the rain con- 
tinned, we left for Foligno the next morning, in a close but 
covered vehicle, and descending the mountain, crossed the 
muddy and rapid Tiber in the valley below. All day we 
rode slowly among the hills ; where the ascent was steep, 
two or four large oxen were hitched before the horses. 1 
sav/ little of the scenery, for our Italian companions would 
not bear the windows open. Once, when we stopped, I got 
out and found we were in the region of snow, at the foot of 
a stormy peak, which towered sublimely above. At dusk, 
we entered Foligno, and were driven to the " Croce Bianca" 
— glad to be thirty miles further on our way lo Rome. 

After some discussion with a vetturino, who was to leave 
Uext morning, we made a contract with him for the re- 
mainder of the journey, for the rain, which fell in torrents, 
forbade all thought of pedestrianism. At five o'clock we 
rattled out of the gate, and drove by the waning moon and 
morning starlight, down the vale of the Clitumnus As the 
dawn stole on. I watched eagerly the features of the scene. 
Instead of a narrow glen, as my fancy had pictured, we 
were in a valley, several miles broad, covered with rich 
orchards and fertile fields. A glorious range of mountains 
bordered it on the north, resembling Alps in their winter 
garments. A rosy flush stole over the snow, which kindled 
with the growing morn. The Clitumnus, beside us, was the 
purest of streams. The heavy rains which had fallen, had 
not soiled in the least its limpid crystal. 

When it grew light enough, I looked at our companions 
For the three days' journey. The two other inside seats 
Were occupied by a tradesman of Trieste, with his wife and 



8POLETO AND MONTE SOMMA. 401 

chWd ; an old soldier, and a young dragoon going to visit his 
parents after seven years' absence, occupied the front seat. 
Persons travelling together in a carriage are not long in 
becoming acquainted — close companionship soon breeds 
familiarity. Before night, I had made a fast friend of tha 
young soldier, learned to bear the perverse humor of the 
child with as much patience as its father, and even drawn 
looks of grim kindness from t:ie crusty old vetturino. 

Our mid-day resting-place was Spoleto. As there were 
two hours given us, we took a ramble through the city, 
visited the ruins of its Roman theatre, and saw the gate 
erected to commemorate the victory gained here over Han- 
nibal, which stopped his triumphal march towards Home. 
A great part of the afternoon was spent in ascending the 
defiles of Monte Somma, the highest pass on the road 
between Ancona and Rome. Assisted by two yoke of oxen 
we slowly toiled up through the snow, the mountains on 
both sides covered with thickets of box and evergreen oaks* 
among whose leafy screens the banditti hide themselves. It 
is not considered dangerous at present, but as the dragoons 
who used to patrol this pass have been sent off to Bologna, 
to keep down the rebellion, the robbers will probably return 
to their old haunts again. "VVe saw many suspicious looking 
coverts, where they might have hidden 

We slept at Terni and did not see the falls — not exactly 
on Wordsworth's principle of leaving Yarrow unvisited, but 
because, under the circumstances, it was impossible. The 
vetturino did not arrive there until after dark ; he was to 
leavo before dawn ; the distance was five m'las, and the 
roads very bad. Besides, we had seen falls q'.iile as grand, 



402 VIEWS A-POOT. 

wlilcli needed only a Byron to make them as renowned — w^ 
had been told that those of Tivoli, which we shall see, were 
equally fine. The Vclino, which we crossed near Terni, 
was not a large stream — in short, we sought as many reasons 
as possible, why the falls need not be seen. 

Leaving Terni before day, we drove up the long vale 
towards Narni. The roads were frozen hard; the ascent 
becoming more difficult, the vetturino was obliged to stop at 
a farm-house and get another pair of horses, with which, 
and a handsome young contadino as postillion, we reached 
Narni in a short time. In climbing the hill, we had a view 
of the whole valley of Terni, shut iu on all sides by snow- 
crested Appenines, and threaded by the Nar. At Otricoli, 
while dinner was preparing, I walked around the crumbling 
battlements to look down into the valley and trace the far 
windings of the Tiber. In rambling through the crooked 
streets, we saw everywhere the remains of the splendor 
which this place boasted in the days of Home. Fragments 
of fluted pillars stood here and there in the streets ; large 
blocks of marble covered with inscriptions were built into 
the houses, defaced statues were used as door-ornaments, and 
the stepping-stone to our rude inn, worn every day by the feet 
of grooms and vetturini, contained some letters of an inscrip- 
tion which may have recorded the glory of an emperor. 

Travelling with a vetturino, is unquestionably the plea- 
santest way of seeing Italy. The easy rate of the journey 
alloAVS time for becoming well acquainted with the country, 
and the tourist is freed from the annoyance of quarrelling 
with cheating landlords. A translation of our written con- 
li-act will best explain this mode of traveiimg : 



80RACTE AT 8UNSP:T. 403 

" Carriage for Rome. 

*' Our COD tract is, to be conducted to Rome for the sum. of twentj 
francs each, say 20f. and the buona mano, if we are ■well served. 
We must have from the vetturino, Giuseppe Nerpiti, supper each 
night, a free chamber with two beds, and fire, until we shall arrive 
at Rome. I, Geronymo Sartarelli, steward of the Inn of the White 
Cross, at Foligno, in testimony of the above contract." 

Beyond Otricoli, we passed through some relics of an age 
anterior to Rome. A few soiled masses of masonry, black 
with age^ stood along the brow of the mountain, on the 
extremity of which were the ruins of a castle of the middle 
ages. We crossed the Tiber on a bridge buiP by Augustus 
Cassar, and reached Borghetto as the sun was gilding with 
its last rays the ruined citadel above. As the carriage with 
its four horses was toiling slowly up the hill, we got out and 
walked in advance, to gaze on the green meadows of the 
Tiber. 

On descending from Narni, I noticed a high, prominent 
mountain, whose ridgy back, somewhat like the profile of a 
face, reminded me of the Traunstein, in Upper Austria. As 
we approached, its form gradually changed, until it stood on 
the Campagna 

" Like a long-swept wave about to break, 
That on the curl hangs pausing " — 

Bnd by that token of a great bard, I recognized Monte So 
racte. The dragoon took us by the arms, and away w« 
ecampered over the Campagna, with one of the loveliest sun- 
sets before us, that ever painted itself on my retin'b^ I can 



404 VIEWS A-rOOT. 

not portray in words the glory that flooddd the whole west- 
ern heaven. It was a sea of melted ruby, amethyst an*! 
topaz — deep, dazzling, and of crystal transparency. Tk«* 
color changed in tone every few minutes, till in half an 
hour it sank away before the twilight to a belt of deep 
orange along the west. 

We left Civita Castellana before daylight. The sky was 
red with dawn as we approached Nepi, and we got out to 
walk in tl>e clear, frosty air. The dragoon, who had become 
my bosom friend, threw one arm around my neck and gave 
me half of his thick military cloak, and thus, muffled up 
together, we walked nearly all forenoon. In traversing the 
desolate Campagna, we saw many deep chambers dug in 
the earth, used by the charcoal burners ; the air was filled 
with sulphureous exhalations, very offensive to the smell, 
which rose from the ground in many places. Miles and 
miles of the dreary waste, covered only with flocks of graz- 
ing sheep, were passed, — and about noon we reached Bac- 
cano, a small post station, twenty miles from Rome. A long 
hill rose before us, and we sprang out of the carriage and 
ran ahead, to see Rome from its summit. As we approached 
the top, the Campagna spread far before and around us 
level and blue as an ocean. I climbed up a high bank by 
the roadside, and the whole scene came in view. Perhaps 
eighteen miles distant rose the dome of St. Peter's near the 
horizon — a small spot on the vast plain. Beyond it and 
further east, were the mountains of Albar>o — on our left 
Soracte and the Apennines, and a blue line along the west 
betrayed the Mediterranean. ' There was nothing peculiarly 
beautiful or sublime in the landscape, but few other scenei 



ENTERING ROM;!:. 405 

on earth combine in one glance such a myriad of mighty 
associations, or bewilder the mind with such a crowd of con- 
fused emotions. 

As we approached Rome, my dragoon became anxious and 
impatient. He had not heard from his parents for a long 
time, and knew not if they were living, His desire to 
reach the end of his journey finally became so great, that 
he hailed a peasant who was driving past in a light vehicle, 
left our slow carriage and Av^ent out of sight in a gallop. 

As we descended to the Tiber in the dusk of evening, the 
domes and spires of Rome came gradually into view, St. 
Peter's standing like a mountain in the midst of them. Cross- 
ing the yellow river by the Ponte Molle, two miles of road, 
straight as an arrow, lay before us, vvitli the light of the 
Porta del Popolo at the end. I felt strangely excited as the 
old vehicle rumbled through the arch, and we entered a 
square with fountains and an obelisk of Egyptian granite in 
the centre. Delivering up our passports, we waited until 
the necessary examinations had been made, and then went 
forward. Three streets branch out from the square, tho 
middle one of which, leading directly to the Capitol, is the 
Corso, the Roman Broadway. Our vetturino chose that to 
the left, the Via della Scrofa, leading off towards the bridge 
of St. Angelo. I looked out the windows as we drove along, 
but saw nothing except butcher-shops, grocer-stores> etc. — 
horrible objects for a sentimental traveller 1 

Being emptied out on the pavement at last, our first care 
was to find rooms ; after searching through many streets^ 
with a coarse old Italian who spoke like an angel, we ar- 
rived at a square where the music of a fountain was heard 



406 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

through the "dusk, and an obelisk cut out some of the star- 
light. At the other end I saw a portico through the dark- 
ness, and my heart gave a breathless bound on recognising 
the 'Pantheon — the matchless temple of Ancient Rome ! And 
now while I am writing, I hear the gush of the fountain — 
and if I step to the window, I see the time-worn but still 
glorious edifice. 

On returning for our baggage, we met the funeral proces- 
sion of the Princess Altieri. Priests in white and gold car- 
ried flaming torches, and the coffin, covered with a magnifi- 
cent golden pall, was borne in a splendid hearse, attended 
by four priests. As we were settling our account with the 
vetturino, who demanded much more huona mano than we 
were willing to give, the young dragoon returned. He was 
greatly agitated. " I have been at home ! " said he, in a 
voice trembling with emotion. I was about to ask him fur- 
ther concerning his family, but he stopped me by saying : 
•' I have only come to say ' addio r I hope we shall meet 
again." He then tbrew his arms around me, kissed me 
twice, said " addio ! " with an unsteady voice, and was gone, 
I almost wish we had not met, for I shall never see him 
again. I stop writing to ramble through Rome. This city 
of all cities to me — this dream of my boyhood — giant, god- 
like, fallen Rome — is around me, and I revel in a glow cf 
anticipation and exciting thought that seems to change my 
whole state of being. 



CHAPTER XXXVII. 

ROME. 

The First Day In Rome— The Corso— "We fiad the Forum— Trajan's Column— Pap^I 
Profanation— St. Peter's Found— The Square and Obelisk— The Interior of St. 
Peter's — The Galleries of the Vatican — Statues — Ancient Art — Hemicycle of the 
Belvidere — The Laocoon — The Divine Apollo — New Year's Day in Home — The 
Quirinal Hill — St. John Lateran — The Temple of Vesta — The Pyramid of Cestius— • 
The Tombs of Keats and Shelley — The Ruins of Rome — The Coliseum at Sunset- 
Mausoleum of Augustus — Crawford's Studio— The Square of the Pantheon — Pro- 
fane and Pious Beggars — The Trattoria del Sole — Impressions of Roman Ruins— 
The Coliseum by Moonlight. 

Rome, December 29, 1845. 
One day's walk through Rome — how shall I describe it? 
The Capitol, the Forum, St. Peter's, the Coliseum — what 
few hours' ramble ever took in places so hallowed by poetry, 
history and art ? It was a golden leaf in my calendar of 
life. In thinking over it now, and drawing out the threads 
of recollection from the varied web of thought I have woven 
to-day, I almost wonder how I dared so much at once ; but 
within reach of them all, how was it possible to wait ? Let 
me give a sketch of our day's ramble. 

Hearing that it was better to visit the ruins by evening or 



408 viKVVb A-ioor. 

moonllglit (alas ! there is no moon now), vre set out to hunt 
St. Peter's. Going in the direction of the Oorso, Ve passed 
i:he ruined front of the niagniiicent Temple of Antoninus, 
iiOW used as the Papal Custom House. We turned to tho 
right on enterii g the Oorso, expecting to have a view of the 
city from the hill at its southern end. It is a magnificent 
street, lined with palaces and splendid edifices of every kind, 
and always filled with crowds of carriages and people. On 
leaving it, however, we became bewildered among the narrow 
streets — passed through a market of vegetables, crowded 
with beggars and contadini — threaded many by-ways between 
dark old buildings — saw one or two antique fountains and 
many modern churches, and finally arrived at a hill. 

We ascended many steps, and then descending a little 
towards the other side, saw suddenly beloAV us the Roman 
Font 'I ! I knew it at once — and those three Corinthian 
columns that stood near us — what could they be but the re- 
mains of the temple of Jupiter Stator ? We stood on the 
Capitoline Hill ; at the foot was the Arch of Septimus Se- 
verus, brown with age and shattered ; near it stood the ma- 
jestic front of the Temple of Fortune, its pillars of polished 
granite glistening in the sun, as if they had been erected 
yesterday, while on the left the rank grass was waving from 
the arches and mighty walls of the Palace of the Caesars ! 
In front ruin upon ruin lined the way for half a mile, where 
the Coliseum towered grandly through the blue morning 
mist, at the base of the Esquiline Hill ! Good heavens, 
vrliat a scene ! Grandeur, such as the M'orld has never 
since beheld, once rose through that blue atmosphere ; 
splerulor inconceivable, the spoils of a world, the triumphs 



tkajan'b column. 409 

of a thouBand armies had passed over tljat earth ,• minds, 
which for ages moved the ancient world, had thouglit there ; 
and words of power and glory, from the lips of inimortaJ 
men, had been syllabled on that hallowed air. To call back 
all this on the very spot, while the wreck of what once was 
rose mouldering and desolate around, kindled a glow of 
thought and feeling too powerful for words. 

Returning at hazard through the streets, we came sud- 
denly upon the column of Trajan, standing in an excavated 
square below the level of the city, amid a number of broken 
granite columns, which formed part of the Forum dedicated 
to him by Rome, after the conquest of Dacia. The column 
is one hundred and thirty-two feet high, and entirely cover- 
ed with bas-reliefs representing his victories, winding about 
it in a spiral line to the top. The number of figures is com- 
puted at two thousand {ive hundred, and they were of such 
excellence that Raphael used many of them for his models. 
They are now much defaced, and the column is surmounted 
by a statue of some saint. The inscription on the pedestal 
has been erased, and the name of Sixtus V. substituted 
Nothing can exceed the ridiculous vanity of the old popes 
in thus mutilating the finest monuments of ancient art. 
You cannot look upon any relic of antiquity in Rome, but 
your eyes are assailed by the words " PontifrxMaxlmus," 
in staring modern letters. Even the magnificent bronzes of 
the Pantheon were stripped to make the baldachin under the 
dome of St. Peter's. 

Finding our way back again, we took a fresh start, iiappi- 
ly in the right direction, and after walking some time came 
out on the Tiber, at the Bridge of St. Angelo. The river 

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410 VIK^i'S A-FOOT. 

rolled below in his muddy glory, and in front, on the oppo- 
site bank, stood " the pile wliich Hadrian reared on high '' — 
now, the Castle of St, Angelo. Knowing that St. Peter's 
was to be seen from this bridge, I looked about in search of 
it, There was only one dome in sight, large and of beauti- 
ful proportions. I said at once, " surely that cannot be St. 
Peter's !" On looking again, however, I saw the top of a 
massive range of building near it, which corresponded so 
nearly with the pictures of the Vatican, that I was unwiJ 
lingly forced to believe \\\^ mighty dome was really before 
me. I recognised it as one of those we had seen from the 
Capitol, but it appeared so much smaller when viewed from 
a greater distance, that I was quite deceived. On consider- 
ing we were still three fourths of a mile from it, and that 
we could see its minutest parts distinctly, the illusion was 
explained. 

Going directly down the Borgo Vecckio, it seemed a lonsr 
time before we arrived at the square of St. Peter's | and 
when at length we stood in front, with the majestic colonnade 
sweeping around — the fountains on each side sending up 
their showers of silvery spray — the mighty obelisk of Egyp- 
tian granite piercing the sky— and beyond, the great facade 
and dome of the Cathedral, I confessed my unmingled ad- 
miration. It recalled to my mind the grandeur of ancient 
Rome, and mighty as her edifices must have been, I doubt 
if she could boast many views more overpowering than this. 
The facade of St. Peter's seemed close to us, but it was 
a third of a mile distant, and the people ascending the steps 
dwindled to pigmies. 

I passed the obelisk, went up the long ascent, crossed the 



THE INTERIOR OF ST. PETEr's. 411 

portico, pushed aside the heavy leathern curtain at tho 
entrance, and stood in the great nave. I need not describe 
my feelings at the sight, but I will give the dimensions, and 
the reader may then fancy what they were. Before me 
was a marble plain six hundred feet long, and under the 
cross four hundred and seventeen feet wide ! One hundred 
and fifty feet above, sprang a glorious arch, dazzling with 
inlaid gold, and in the centre of the cross there were four 
hundred feet of air between me and the top of the dome ! 
The sunbeam, stealing through the lofty window at one end. 
of the transept, made a bar of light on the blue air, hazy 
with incense, one tenth of a mile long, before it fell on the 
mosaics and gilded shrines of the other extremity. The 
grand cupola alone, including lantern and cross, is two hun 
dred and eighty-five feet high, or sixty feet higher than the 
Bunker Hill Monument, and the four immense pillars on 
which it rests are each one hundred and thirty-seven feet in 
circumference ! It seems as if human art had outdone 
itself in producing this temple— the grandest which the 
world ever erected for the worship of the Living God ! The 
awe I felt in looking up at the colossal arch of marble and 
gold, did not humble me ; on the contrary, I felt exalted, 
ennobled — beings in the form I wore planned the glorious 
edifice, and it seemed that in godlike power and persevere 
ance, they were indeed but a little lower than the angels. 
I felt that, if fallen, my race was still mighty and immortal. 
The Vatican is only open twice a week, on days which 
are not Jestas ; most fortunately, to-day happened to be one 
of these, and we took a run through its endless halls. The 
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amazing. The halls, which are filled to overflowing- rvltli 
the finest works of ancient art, would, if placed* side by side, 
make a row more than two miles in length ! You enter at 
once into a hall of marble, with a mao;nificent arched ceilinr. 
a third of a mile long; the sides are covered for a great 
distance with Roman inscriptions of every kind, divided inti) 
compartments according to the era of the empire to which 
they refer. One which I examined, appeared to be a kind 
of index of the roads in Italy, with the towns on them ; and 
we could decipher on that time-worn block, the very route 
we had followed from Florence hither. 

'Jlien came the statues, and here I am bewildered, how to 
describe them. Hundreds upon hundreds of figures — statues 
of citizens, generals, emperors, and gods — fauns, satyrs, and 
nymphs — children, cupids, and tritons — in fact, they seemed 
inexhaustible. Many of them, too, were forms of matchless 
beauty ; there were Venuses and nymphs, born of the 
loftiest dreams of grace; fauns on whose faces shone the 
very soul of humor, and heroes and divinities with an ah" 
of majesty worthy the " land of lost gods and godlike men 1" 

I am lost in astonishment at the perfection of art attained 
by the Greeks and Eomans. There is scarcely a form of 
beauty, that has ever met my eye, which is not to be found 
in this gallery. I should almost despair of such another 
blaze of glory on the world, were it not my devout belief 
that what has been done may be done again, and had I not 
liiith that the dawn in which we live will bring on another 
day equally glorious. And why should not America, with 
the experience and added wisdom which three thousand 
years have slowly yielded to the old world, joined to tl.e 



THE LAOCOON. 413 

giant energy of her youth and freedom, re-bestow on the 
world the divine creations of Art? 

But let us step on to the hemicycle of the Belvidere, and 
view some works greater than any we have yet seen, or 
even imagined. The adjoining gallery is filled with master- 
pieces of sculpture, but we will keep our eyes unwearied 
and merely glance along the rows. At length we reach a 
circular court with a fountain flinging up its waters in the 
centre. Before us is an open cabinet ; there is a beautiful, 
manly form within, but you would not for an instant take it 
for the Apollo. By the Gorgon head it holds aloft, we re- 
cognise Canova's Perseus — he has copied the form and atti- 
tude of the Apollo, but he could not breathe into it the same 
warming fire. It seemed to me particularly lifeless, and I 
greatly preferred his Boxers, who stand on either side of it. 

Now we look on a scene of the deepest physical agony. 
Mark how every muscle of old Laocoon's body is distended 
to the utmost in the mighty struggle ! What intensity of 
pain in the quivering, distorted features ! Every nerve, 
which despair can call into action, is excited in one giant 
eifort, and a scream of anguish seems just to have quivered 
on those marble lips. The serpents have rolled their stran- 
gling coils around father and sons, but terror has taken away 
the strength of the latter, and they make but feeble resist- 
ance. After looking with indifference on the many casts of 
this group, I was the more moved by the magnificent 
original. It deserves all the admiration that has been 
heaped upon it. 

I absolutely trembled on approaching the cabinet of the 
Apollo. I had built up in fancy a glorious ideal, drawn from 



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all that bards have sung or artists have rhapsodized about 
its divine beauty. I feared disappointment — I dreaded to 
have my ideal displaced and my faith in the power of human 
genius overthrown by a form less than perfect. However, 
with a feeling of desperate excitement, I entered and looked 
upon it. Now what shall I say of it ? How describe its 
immortal beauty ? To what shall I liken its glorious per- 
fection of form, or the fire that imbues the cold marble with 
the soul of a god ? Not with sculpture, for it stands alone 
and above all other works of art — nor with men, for it has 
a majesty more than human. I gazed on it, lost in wonder 
and joy — joy that I could, at last, take into my mind a fault- 
less ideal of god-like, exalted manhood. The figure seems 
actually to possess a soul, and I looked on it, not as on a piece 
of marble, but as on a being of loftier mould, and waited to 
see him step forward when the arrow had reached its mark. 
I would give worlds to feel one moment the sculptor's 
triumph when his work was completed ; that one exulting 
thrill must have repaid him for every ill he might have suf- 
fered on earth. 



January 1, 1846. 
New Year's Day in the Eternal City ! It will be some- 
thing to say in after years, that I have seen one year open 
in Rome — that, while my distant friends were making up 
for the winter without, with good cheer around the merry 
board, I have walked in sunshine by the ruins of the 
Coliseum, watched the orange groves gleaming v/ith golden 
fruitage in the Farnese gardens, trodden the daisied meadow 



KEW-YEARS DAY IN ROME. 416 

around the sepulchre of Caius Cestius, and mused by the 
graves of Shelley, Keats and Salvator llosa ! The Palace 
of the Cccsars looked even more mournful in the pale, slant 
sunshine, and the yellow Tiber, as he flowed through the 
" marble wilderness," seemed sullenly counting up the long 
centuries during which degenerate slaves have trodden his 
banks. A leaden-colored haze clothed the seven hills, and 
heavy silence reigned among the ruins, for all work was 
prohibited, and the people were gathered in their churches. 
Rome never appeared so desolate and melancholy as 
to-day. 

In the morning I climbed the Quirinal Hill, now called 
Monte Cavallo, from the colossal statues of Castor and 
Pollux, with their steeds, supposed to be the work of Phi- 
dias and Praxiteles. They stand on each side of an obelisk 
of Egyptian granite, beside whicn a strong stream of water 
gushes up into a magnificent bronze basin, found in the old 
Forum. The statues, entirely browned by age, are consider- 
ed masterpieces of Grecian art, and whether or not from the 
great masters, show in all their proportions, the conceptions 
of lofty genius. 

"We kept on our way between gardens filled with orange 
groves, whose glowing fruit reminded me of Mignon's beau- 
tiful reminiscence — " Im dunkeln Laub die gold-Orangen 
gluhn !" Rome, although subject to cold winds from the 
Appenines, enjoys so mild a climate that oranges and palm 
trees grow in the open air, without protection. Daisies and 
violets bloom the whole winter, in the meadows of never- 
fading^reen. The basilica of theLateran equals St. Peter's 
in splendor, though its size is much smaller. The walls are 



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covered with gorgeous hangings of velvet embroidered with 
gold, and before the high altar, which glitters with precioub 
stones, are four pillars of gilt bronze, said to be those Avhicli 
Augustus made of the spars of Egyptian vessels captured at 
the battle of Actium. 

We descended the hill to the Coliseum, and passing undef 
the Arch of Oonstantine, walked along the ancient triumphal 
way, at the foot of the Palatine Hill, which is entirely 
covered with the ruins of the Oa3sars' Palace. A road, 
rounding its southern base towards the Tiber, brought us to 
the Temple of Vesta — a beautiful little relic which has been 
singularly spared by the devastations that have overtlirown 
so many mightier fabrics. It is cf circular form, surrounded 
by nineteen Corinthian columns, tJiirty -six feet in heiglit ; a 
clumsy tiled roof now takes the place of the elegant cornice 
which once gave the crowning charm to its perfect propor- 
tions. Close at hand are the remains of the temple of For- 
tuna Virilis, of which some Ionic pillars alone are left, and 
the house of Cola di Rienzi — the last Tribune of Home. 

As we approached the walls, the sepulchre of Caius Cestius 
came in sight — a single solid pyramid, one hundred feet in 
height. The walls are built against it, and the light apex rises 
far above the massive gate beside it, which was erected by 
Belisarius. But there were other tombs at hand, for which 
we had more sympathy than that of the forgotten Roman, 
and we turned away to look for the graves of Shelley and 
Keats. They lie in the Protestant burying ground, on the 
side of a mound that slopes gently up to the old wall of 
Rome, beside the pyramid of Cestius. The meadow around 
is still verdant and sown thick with daisies» and the soft 



GRAVES OF KEATS AND 8HEx.LEi'. 411 

green of the Italian pine mingles with the dark cypress 
above the slumberers. Huge aloes grow in the shade, and 
the sweet bay and bushes of rosemary make the air fresh 
and fi-agrant. There is a solemn, mournful beauty about the 
place, green and lonely as it is, beside the tottering walls of 
ancient Rome, that takes away the gloomy associations of 
death, and makes one wish to lie there, too, when his threaf' 
shall be spun to the end. 

We found first the simple head-stone of Keats, alone, in 
the grassy meadow. Its inscription states that on his death- 
bed, in the bitterness of his heart, at the malice of his 
enemies, he desired these words to be written on his tomb- 
stone : ^^Here lies one whose name was written in waterP 

Shelley lies at the top of the shaded slope, in a lonely 
spot by the wall, surrounded by tall cypresses. A little 
hedge of rose and bay surrounds his grave, which bears the 
simple inscription — " Percy Bysshe Shelley j Cot Cot* 
diumP 

*' Nothing of him that doth fade, 
But doth suffer a sea-change 
Into sometliing rich and strange." 

Glorious Shelley ! He sleeps calmly now in that silent 
nook, and the air around his grave is filled with sighs from 
those who mourn that so pure a star of poetry should have 
been blotted out before it reached its meridian. I plucked 
a leaf from the fragrant bay, as a token of his fame, and a 
Bprig of cypress from the bough that bent lowest over his 
grave ; and passing between tombs shaded with blooming 

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voses, or covered with unwithered garlands, left the lovely 
spot. , 

Amid the excitement of continually changing scenes, I 
have forgotten to mention our first visit to the Coliseum. 
The day after our arrival we set out with two English 
friends, to see it by sunset. Passing by the glorious foun- 
tain of Trevi, we made our way to the Forum, and from 
thence took the road to the Coliseum, lined on both sides 
with the remains of splendid edifices. The grass-grown 
ruins of the Palace of the Crcsars stretched along: on our 
right ; on our left we passed in succession the granite front 
of the Temple of Antoninus and Faustina, the three grand 
arches of the Temple of Peace and the ruins of the Temple 
of Venus and Rome. We went under the ruined triumphal 
arch of Titus, with broken friezes representing the taking of 
Jerusalem, and the mighty walls of the Coliseum gradually 
rose before us. They grew in grandeur as we approached 
them, and when at length we stood in the centre, with the 
shattered arches and grassy walls rising above and beyon-d 
one another, far around us, the red light of simset giving 
them a soft and melancholy beauty, I was fain to confess 
that another form of grandeur had entered my mind, of 
which I knew not before. 

A majesty like that of nature clothes this wonderful edi- 
fice. Walls rise above walls, and arches above arches from 
every side of the grand arena, like a sweep of craggy, pin- 
naclcid mountains around an oval lake. The two outer cir- 
cles have almost entirely disappeared, torn away by the ra- 
pacious nobles of Rome, during the middle ages, to build 
their palaces. When entire, and filled with its hundred 



THE C0LI8EUM AT SUNSET. 410 

thousand spectators, it must have exceeded any pageant 
which the world can now produce. While standing in the 
arena, impressed with the spirit of the scene around me, 
which grew more spectral and melancholy as the dusk of 
evening began to fill up the broken arches, my eye was as- 
sailed by the shrines ranged around the space, doubtless to 
remove the pollution of paganism. In the centre stands 
also a cross, with an inscription, granting an absolution of 
forty days to all who kiss it. Now, although a simple cross 
in the centre might be very appropriate, both as a token of 
the heroic devotion of the martyr Telemachus and the 
triumph of a true religion over the barbarities of the Past, 
this congregation of shrines and bloody pictures mars very 
much the unity of association so necessary to the perfect 
enjoyment of any such scene We saw the flush of sunset 
fade behind the Capitoline Hill, and passed homeward by 
the Forum, as its shattered pillars were growing solemn and 
spectral in the twilight. 

In the Via de' Pontefici, not far distant from the Borghcse 
Palace, we saw the Mausoleum of Augustus. It is a large 
circular structure somewhat after the plan of that of Hadrian, 
but on a much smaller scale. The interior has been cleared 
out, seats erected around the walls, and the whole is now a 
summer theatre, for the amusement of the peasantry and 
tradesmen. What a commentary on greatness ! Harlequin 
playing his pranks in the tomb of an Emperor, and the 
spot which nations approached with reverence, resounding 
with the mirth of beggars and degraded vassals ! 

I was in the studio of Crawford, the sculptor ; he has at 
present nothing finished in the marble. There were many 



480 VIEWS A -FOOT. 

casts of his former Avorks, Avhich, juilging from their nppoar* 
ance in phister, must ho of no common excellem^e — for the 
sculptor can only be justly jmlgwl In nKuMo. I sunv some 
iino has-reliefs of classical subjects, and an exi|uisite gTonp 
of Mercury and l^sycho. but his masterpiece is undoubtedly 
the Orpheus. The face is full of the inspiration o( the poet, 
softened by the lover's tenderness, and the ^vhole i'or\ or of 
his soul is expressed in the eagerness -with which he p:azcs 
forward, on stepping past the sleeping Cerberus. 

We are ot'ton amused with the groups in the square of tho 
Pantheon, which wo can see tVom our chamber window. 
Shoemakers and tinkers carry on their business along the 
sunny side, while the vendors of oranges and roasted chest* 
nuts forn\ a circle around the Egyptian obelisk and fountain. 
xVcross the end of an opposite street we got a glimpse of the 
vegetable market, and now. and then the shrill voice of a 
pedlar makes its nasal solo audible above the confused chorus. 
As the beggars choose the Corso, 8t. Peter's, and the ruins 
for their principal haunts, we are now spai*ed the hearing 
of their lamentations. Every time Ave go out we are 
assailed with them. " Jlaladetta s'a /a rostra fesfa /" — 
*•' Curses be upon your head!" — said one whom I passed 
without notice. The priests are, however, the greatest beg- 
gars. In every church are kept offering-boxes, for the sap- 
port of the church or some unknown institution ; they jeven 
go from house to house, imploring support and assistance in 
the name of the Virgin and all the saints, while their bloat- 
ed, sensual countenances and capacious frames toll of any- 
thing but fasts and privations. Once, as I was sitting among 
the ruins, I was suddenly stai'tled by a loud, rattling sound; 



THE TRA'ITOICIA DEL bOLE. 42 J 

turning my head, I saw a figure clothed in white from Jiead 
to foot, with only two small hoh;H for the cycB. lie lield m 
his hand a mon(;y-box, on wliich was a fjgurc of the Virgin, 
which he held close to njy li|)H, that I might kUn it. This I 
declined doing, but dropped a baiocco into his box, when 
making the sign of the cross, he silently disappeared. 

Our present lodging (Trattoria del Sole) is a good speci- 
men of an Italian inn for mechanics and common tradesmen 
Passing through the front room, which if an eating-place for 
the common people — with a Ijarrfd of wine in the corner, 
and bladders of lard hanging among orange boughs in the 
window — wc enter a dark court-yard filled with heavy carts, 
and noisy with the neighing of horses and singing of grooms, 
for the stables occupy part of the house. An open staircase, 
running all around this hollow square, leads to the second, 
tliird, and fourth stories. On the second story is the dining 
room for the better class of travellers, who receive the same 
provisions as those below for double the price, and the ad- 
ditional privilege of giving the waiter two baiocchi. The 
sleeping apartments are in the fourth story, and are named 
according to the fancy of a former landlord, in mottos above 
each door. Thus, on arriving here, the Triester, with his 
wife and child, more fortunate than our first parents, took 
refuge in " Paradise/* while we Americans were ushered 
into the " Chamber of Jove." We have occupied it ever 
since, and find a paul (ten cents) apiece cheap enough for a 
good bed and a window opening on the Pantheon. 

I have been now several days loitering and sketching 
among the ruins, and I feel as if I could willingly wander 
for months beside these mournful relics, and draw inspiration 



422 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

from the lofty yet melancholy lore they teach. There is a 
sph'it haunting them, real and undoubted. Every shattered 
column, every broken arch and mouldering wall, but calls 
up more vividly to mind the glory that has passed away. 
Each lonely pillar stands as proudly as if it still helped to 
bear up the front of a glorious temple, and the air seems 
scarcely to have ceased vibrating -with the clarions that 
heralded a conqueror's triumph. 

I have seen the flush of morn and eve rest on the Coli- 
seum , I have seen the noon-day sky framed in its broke.i 
loopholes, like plates of polished sapphire ; and last night, 
as the moon has grown into the zenith, I went to view it 
with her. Around the Forum all was silent and spectral — 
a sentinel challenged us at the Arch of Titus, under which 
we passed, and along the Caesar's wall, which lay in black 
shadow. Dead stillness brooded around the Coliseum ; the 
pale, silvery lustre streamed through its arches, and over 
the grassy walls, giving them a look of shadowy grandeur 
which day could not bestow. The scene will remain fresh 
in my memory for ever. 



CHAPTER XXXVIII. 

TIVOLI AND THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA. 

Escuraion to Tivoli— A Sulphur Batb— The Temple of the Sibyl— A Windy Night— 
The Cascade of the Auio— The Cascatelles — The Campagna— Museum of the 
Capitol — The Dying Gladiator— Ruins on the Campagna— Tomb of Cecilia Metella 
— The Aqueducts — Egeria's Grotto— The Villa Borghese— Tasso"s Tomb— Passport 
Fees in Italy — The Turning Point of the Pilgrimage — Farewell I 

Rome, Jan. 9, 1846. 
A FEW days ago we made an excursion to Tivoli, one of the 
loveliest spots in Italy. We left the Eternal City by the 
Gate of San Lorenzo, and twenty minutes' walk brought 
us to the bare and bleak Campagna, which was spread 
around us for leagues in every direction. Here and there a 
shepherd-boy in his woolly coat, with his flock of browsing 
sheep, 'svere the only objects that broke its desert-like 
monotony. At the fourth mile we crossed the rapid Teve- 
rone, the ancient Anio, formerly the boundary between 
Latium and the Sabine dominions, and at the tenth, came 
upon some fragments of the old Tiburtine way, formed of 
large irregular blocks of basaltic lava. A short distance 
further we saw across the plain the ruins of the bath of 



424 VIEWS A-POOT, 

Agrippa, built by the side of the Tartarean Lake. The 
wind, blowing from it, bore to us an overpowering smell of 
sulphur ; the waters of the little river Solfatara, which 
crosses the road, are of a milky blue color, and carry those 
of the lake into the Anio. Finding the ^jvater quite warm, 
we determined to have a bath. So we ran down the plain, 
which was covered with a thick coat of sulphur, and sounded 
hollow to our tread, until we reached a convenient place, 
where we threw off our clothes, and plunged m. The warm 
wave was delightful to the skin, but extremely offensive to 
the smell, and when we came out, our mouths and throats 
were filled with the stifling gas. 

It was growing dark as we mounted through the narrow 
streets of Tivoli, but we endeavored to gain some sight of 
the renowned beauties of the spot, before going to rest. 
From a platform on a brow of the hill, we looked down into 
the defile, at the bottom of which the Anio was roaring, and 
caught a sideward glance of the Oascatelles, sending up 
their spray amid tlie evergreen bushes that fringe the rocks. 
Above the deep glen that curves into the mountain, stands 
the beautiful temple of the Sibyl — a building of the most 
perfect and graceful proportion. It crests the rocky brow 
like a fairy dweUing, and looks all the lovelier for the wild 
caverns below. Gazing downward from the bridge, one 
sees the waters of the Anio tumbling into the picturesque 
grotto of the Sirens ; around a rugged corner, a cloud of 
white spray whirls up continually, while the boom of a 
cataract rumbles down the glen. All these we marked in 
the deepening dusk, and then hunted an albergo. 

The shrill-voiced hostess gave us a good e upper and clean 



THE CASCADE OF THE ANIO. 425 

beds ; and in return we diverted the people very much by 
the description of our sulphur bath. We were awakened in 
tlie night by the wind shaking the very soul out of our loose 
casement. I fancied I heard torrents of rain dashing against 
the panes, and groaned in bitterness of spirit on thinking of 
a walk back to Home in such weather. When the morning 
came, we found it was only a hurricane of wind which was 
strong enough to tear off pieces of the old roofs. I saw some 
capuchins nearly overturned in crossing the square, by the 
wind seizing tlieir wide robes. 

I had my fingers frozen and my eyes filled with sand, in 
trying to draw the Sibyl's temple, and therefore left it to 
join my companions, who had gone down into the glen to 
see the great cascade. The Anio bursts out of a cavern in 
the mountain-side, and like a prisoner giddy with recovered 
liberty, reels over the edge of a precipice more than two 
hundred feet deep. The bottom is hid in a cloud of boiling 
spray, which shifts from side to side, and driven by the wind, 
sweeps whistling down the narrow pass. It stuns the ear 
with a perpetual boom, giving a dash of grandeur to the 
enrapturing beauty of the scene. I tried a foot-path that 
appeared to lead down to the Cascatelles, but after advanc- 
ing some distance along the side of an almost perpendicular 
precipice, I came to a corner that looked so dangerous, espe 
cially as tlie wind was nearly strong enough to carry me oil, 
that it seemed safest to return. We made another vain 
attempt to get down, by creeping along the bed of a torrent, 
filled with briars. The Cascatelles are formed by that part 
of the Anio which is used in the iron works, made out of the 
ruins of Mecsenas' villa. They gush out from under the 



420 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

ancient arches, and tumble more tlian a hundred feet down 
tlie precipice, tlieir white waters gleaming out from the dark 
and feathery foliage. Not far distant are the remains of the 
villa of Horace. 

On our return to B-ome we took the road to Frascati, and 
walked for miles among cane-swamps and over plains cover- 
ed with sheep. The people we saw, were most degraded 
and ferocious-looking, and there were many I would not 
willingly meet alone after nightfall. Indeed it is still con- 
sidered quite unsafe to venture without the walls of E-ome, 
after dark. The women, with their yellow complexions, 
and the bright red blankets they wear folded around the 
head and shoulders, resemble Indian squaws. 

I lately spent three hours in the Museum of the Capitol, 
on the summit of the sacred hill. In the hall of the Gladia- 
tor I noticed an exquisite statue of Diana. The Faun of 
Praxiteles, in the same room, is a glorious work ; it is the 
perfect embodiment of that wild, merry race the Grecian 
poets dreamed of. One looks on the Gladiator with a hushed 
breath and an awed spirit. He is dying ; the blood flows 
more slowly from the deep wound in his side ; his head is 
sinking downwards, and the arm that supports his body 
becomes more and more nerveless. You feel that a dull 
mist is coming over his vision, and wait to see his relaxing 
limbs sink suddenly on his shield. That the rude, barba- 
rian form has a soul, may be read in his touchingly expres- 
sive countenance. It warms the sympathies like reality to 
look upon it. Yet how many Romans may have gazed on 
this work, moved nearly to tears, who have seen hun- 
dreds perish in the arena without a pitying emotion ! Why 



KUINS ON THE CAMPAGNA. 427 

is it that Art has a voice frequently more powerful than 
Nature ? 

Two days ago we took a ramble outside the walls. Pass- 
ing the Coliseum and Caracalla's Baths, we reached the 
tomb of Scipio, a small sepulchral vault, near the roadside. 
The ashes of the warrior were scattered to the winds long 
ago, and his mausoleum is fast falling to decay. The old 
arch over the Appian way is still standing, near the modern 
Porta San Sehastiano, through which we entered on the far- 
famed road. Here and there it is quite entire, and we walk- 
ed over the stones once worn by the feet of Virgil and 
Horace and Cicero. After passing the temple of E-omulus 
— a shapeless and ivy-grown ruin — and walking a mile or 
more beyond the walls, we reached the Circus of Caracalla, 
whose long and shattered walls fill the hollow of one of the 
little dells of the Campagna. The original structure must 
have been of great size and splendor, but those twin Van- 
dals — Time and Avarice — have stripped away everything 
but the lofty brick masses, whose nakedness the pitying ivy 
strives to cover. 

Further, on a gentle slope, is the tomb of " the wealthiest 
Roman's wife," familiar to every one through Childe Har- 
old's musings. It is a round, massive tower, faced with large 
blocks of marble, and still bearing the name of Cecilia 
Metella. One side is much ruined, and the top is overgrown 
with grass and wild bushes. The wall is about thirty feet 
thick, so that but a small round space is left in the interior, 
which is open to the rain, and filled with rubbish. The echoes 
pronounced hollowly after us the name of the dead for whom it 
was built, but they could tell us nothing of her life's history. 



428 ViETVS A-F30r. 

I made a hurried drawing of it, and we then turned to 
the left, across the Campagna, to seek the grotto of Egeria. 
Before us, across the brown phiin, extended the Sabine 
Mountains ; in the clear air the houses of Tivoli, twenty 
miles distant, were plainly visible. The giant aqueduct 
stretched in a long line across the Campagna to the moun- 
tain of Albano, its broken and disjointed arches resembling 
the vertebrae of some mighty monster. With the ruins of 
temples and tombs strewing the plain for miles around it, 
it might be called the spine of the skeleton of E,ome. 

We passed many ruins, made beautiful by the clinging 
ivy, and reached a solemn grove of evergreen oak, overlook- 
ing a secluded valley. I was soon in the meadow, leaping 
ditches, rustling through cane-brakes, and climbing up to 
mossy arches to find the fountain of Kama's nymph, while 
my companion, who had less taste for the romantic, looked 
on complacently from the leeward side of the hill. At 
length we found an arched vault in the hill side, overhung 
with wild vines, and shaded in summer by umbrageous trees 
which grow on the soil above. At the further end a stream 
of water gushed out from beneath a broken statue, and an 
aperture in the wall revealed a dark cavern behind. This, 
then, was " Egeria's grot." The ground was trampled by 
the feet of cattle, and the taste of the water was anything 
but pleasant. I tried to creep into the grotto, but it was 
unpleasantly dark, and no nymph appeared to chase away 
the shadow with her lustrous eyes. 

I went afterwards to the Villa Borghese, outside the Porto 
del Popolo. The gardens occupy thirty or forty acres, and 
are always thronged in the afternoon with the carriages of 



THE TOMB OF TAS30. 421^ 

the E-oman and foreign nobility. In summer, it must be a 
heavenly place ; even now, with its musical fountains, long 
avenues, and grassy slopes crowned with the fan-like branches 
of the Italian pine, it reminds one of the fairy landscapes of 
Boccaccio. We threaded our way through the press of car 
riages on the Pincian hill, and saw the enormous bulk of 
St. Peter's loom up against the sunset sky. I counted forty 
domes and spires in that part of Rome which lay below us — 
but on what a marble glory looked that sun eighteen centu- 
ries ago ! Modern Home — it is, in comparison, a den of filth, 
cheats and beggars ! 

Yesterday, while taking a random stroll through the city, 
I visited the church of St. Onofrio, where Tasso is buried. 
It is not far from St. Peter's, on the summit of a lonely hill. 
The building was closed, but an old monk admitted us on 
application. The interior is quite small, but very old, and 
the floor is covered with the tombs of princes and prelates 
of a past century. Near the end I found a small slab with 
the inscription : — " torciuati tassi : ossa ; hic jacent." 
That was all — but what more was needed ? Who knows 
not the name and ffime and sufferings of the glorious bard ? 
The pomp of gold and marble are not needed to deck the 
slumber of genius. On the wall, above, hangs an old and 
authentic portrait of him, ver^ similar to the engravings in 
circulation. A crown of laurel encircles the lofty brow, 
and the eye has that wild, mournful expression which ac- 
cords so well with the mysterious tale of bis love and 
madness. 

Owing to the mountain storms, which imposed on us the 
expense of a carringe-journov to Rouie, we sliall be prevent- 



430 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

ed from going furtlier. One great cause of this is the heavy 
fee required for passports in Italy. In most of the Italian 
cities, the cost of the different vises amounts to $i or $5 ; 
and a few such visits as these reduce our funds* very materi- 
lly. The American Oonsiil's fee is $2, owing to the illibe- 
ral course of our government, in withholding all salary from 
her Consuls in Europe. Mr. Brown, however, in whose 
family we spent last evening very pleasantly, on our request- 
ing that he would deduct something from the usual fee, 
kindly declined accepting anything. We felt this kindness 
the more, as from the character which some of our late Con- 
suls bear in Italy, we had not anticipated it. We shall re- 
member him with deeper gratitude than many would sup' 
pose, who have never known what it is to be a foreigner. 

To-morrow, therefore, we leave Rome — here is, at last, 
the limit of our wanderings. We have endured much toil 
and privation to reach here, and now, after two weeks' 
rambling and musing among the mighty relics of past glory, 
we turn our faces homeward. The thrilling hope I cherish- 
ed during the whole pilgrimage — to climb Parnassus and 
drink from Castaly, under the blue heaven of Greece — to 
sigh for fallen Art, beneath the broken friezes of the Par- 
thenon, and look with a pilgrim's eye on the isles of Homer 
and Sappho — must be given up, unwillingly and sorrowfully 
though it be. These glorious anticipations — among the 
brightest that blessed my boyhood —are slowly wrung from 
me by stern necessity. Even Naples, the lovely Parthenope, 
where the Mantuan bard sleeps on the sunny shore, by the 
bluest of summer seas, with the disinterred Pompeii beyond, 
and PiEstum amid its roses on the lonely Calabrian plain — 



farewell! _ 431 

even this, almost within sight of the cross of St. Peter's, is 
barred from me. Farewell then, since it must be I Fare- |k 
well Greece, that I shall not see — and, Rome, for all thou 
hast taught me, take in return a pilgrim's blessing I 



CM I A i-T i; i;, \ \ \ IX 

i' II ir, M n; 1) 1 r n: u i; .\ n r; A N in w i n t k ii, 

^,"*piiitiiro rriMii l{(mii> 'VUo <'iim|>;i,'^iiii 'I'lio Slior»\ of Iho Modllornmoiin — Olvltn 
Vcorhlii 'PIm luiiulHOin 1 Miilltir I>hii(lvimlii;<« of iiol. IipIiik Hi<rviiiils - Kiubiirklnu 
— HloopliiK (til Uoolv Kllxi iiiul ('oimUiii |)y NK>oiill^;liU Scooiul Nl^lil on tlio Dock 
— A Iviilnv l>ii.v III Oonoii A Sluniiy Nijfht — A SiiIIoi-'m (loinpiission TIu* C'oiwt 
<»f |i'iuiioo--Ai>iirii!U'li lo M;iiMolllo,s -'I'ln' Two t^orviiiiLs —Mttl'BollloH -Our tilroiiiu. 
ihIiuh'oh, 

Marhtch.uca, JiitiHtrrji \(\, Ifi-tfl. 
Wk ropacktMl mir KnnpsnckM on ilui inoniln^ of llio lOth, 
h\\\\(y a.(^u^u lo llu> l\\<> vouni;' l*'^M};TiHlinuMi, aiid llu^ tall, my s- 
ttM'IoUH S\V(Mlt>, w lio h;i(l IxHMi (HIT oiilv I'oui j);iiilons in Koine, 
jiiul stjirtod iMi loot lor ('ivita WhtIu.i. W'Iumi \v(^ (muim'pmI 
IVoiM tln^ cool .mIK^vs »»r lll(^ cilv, .Miul l)(\i;'.ni lo tiimb up and 
down tlu^ loiu;-.. bnrrcMi swells o^(ln^ (\'inn)a|;'na. llio snn boat 
diMvn on nswllli almost a. sninnuM- Iioal. On crossing' a rid^o 
noH»' Oastol (iiuido, wo took onr last look at Ronitj^, and saw 
fn>m I ho otluM" sido tlu> simsliino Ivin;; IdvO a daz/diiii; bolt 
;m Ibo far i\lodltonan(\in. Tho comitry is ono of tlio most 
\vrotrlu>d that t-au bo iinai;'lm>tl Mllos autl iniloa of uncu'i- 
(ivattvl laud, with scarcolv a sin^lo habitation, oxtond o\\ 



THE bllOHiC OF lUK MKDX'iiiUKAXKA.S'. 4.'J3 

elthiir Hific of tlic roful, arifl flu; A'.nv Klu!pljr;rdH wlio w;itcli 
tluiir floftkH In t.lx; inarhliy liollowK, look wild and nfiVH^c 
enough for any kind of crime. Jt in;i/i(i r/ic hIi udder to h(;e 
f.vcry face bearing; hucli a villanouH wtarnp. 

We made twenty-five rnileH, and Hpent the nij^ht at the 
village of I'alo, on the nea-Khore. RiKinj^ early, we walked 
in the cool of the rnornirjg hewide ihrt blue Mediterranean. 
On the riglit, the low outpoHtH of the AppenineH roHC, bleak 
and brown, the narrow plain between them and tbe nborc 
rcHembling a dewert, «o deMtitute waH it of tbe nignH of civil- 
ized life. A low, white cloud that bung over tbe «ea, afar 
off, Hbowcd UH tbe locality of Hardinia, altbougb tbe land wan 
not viHible. The Hun nbone down wannly, and witb tbe blue 
«ky and bluer Hea we could eawily have imagined a milder 
Hii'dHon. 'J'he barren Hcenery took a new intereht in my eyen, 
when I remembered that tbr; day on wbicb F naw it completed 
my twenty-firKt year. In the afternoon we found a beautiful 
cove in a curve of the shore, and went to bathe in the cold 
Hurf. It wan \itry refreHbing, but not quite er^ual to the 
Hulpbur-batb on the roarl to Tivoli. The mountains now ran 
closer to the sea, and tbe ro;iil was bordered witb tbickef« 
of myrtle. I stoppwl often to beat my stafi' into tbe bushes, 
and inbale tbe fragrance that arose from their crushed 
leaves. 

Tbe sun was sinking in a sky of orange and rose, as Civita 

Veccbia came in sight on a long bea^iland before us. lie- 

yond tbe sea stretched tbe dim bills of Corsica. We walkt^d 

nearly an bour in the clear moonlight, by tbe sounding sliore, 

'ncfore tbe gate of tbe city w;is readied. We found a cheap 

bin called La Stella, where fleas and dirt were plentiful, but 

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434 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

our rapidly declining means made us blind to discomfort. Bg' 
sides, there was a handsome Italian sailor at the inn, who 
treated me with the greatest kindness, and to whom I took 
a strong liking. He devoted himself to making me as com- 
fortable as the place would allow, and in spite of our despe- 
rate circumstances, his bright, honest, affectionate face made 
me entirely happy. 

About the old town of Oivita Vecchia there is not much 
to be said, except that it has the same little harbor which 
Trajan dug for it, and is as dirty and disagreeable as a town 
can well be. We saw nothing except a little church, and 
the prison-yard, full of criminals, where the celebrated ban- 
dit, G-asparoni, has been confined for eight years. 

The Neapolitan Company's boat, Mongihello, was adver- 
tised to leave on the 12th, so, after procuring our passports, 
we went to the office to take passage. The official, however, 
refused to give us tickets for the third place, because, for- 
sooth, we were not servants or common laborers ! and words 
were wasted in trying to convince him that it w^ould make 
no difference. As the second cabin fare was nearly three 
times as high, and would have exhausted all our money at 
once, we went to the office of the Tuscan Company, whose 
boat was to leave in two days. Through the influence of an 
Italian gentleman, whom we accidentally met in the street, 
the agent agreed to take us for forty-five francs, on deck, 
the fare on the Neapolitan boat being thirty. 

Hather than stay two days longer in the dull town, we 
went again to the latter Company's office and offered forty- 
five francs to go that day in their boat. This removed the 
former scruples, and tickets were immediately made out 



SLEEl^NG ON DECK. 435 

After a plentiful dinner at tlie alb ergo, to prepare ourselves 
for tlie exposure, we filled our pockets with a supply of 
bread, clieese, and figs, for the voyage. We then engaged 
a boatman, who agreed to row us out to the steamer for two 
pauls, but after he had us on board and an oar's length from 
the quay, he said two pauls apiece was his bargain. The 
other boatmen took his part, and as our kind sailor friend 
was not there, we were obliged to pay. 

The hour of starting Avas two o'clock, but the boat lay 
quietly in the harbor until four, when we glided out on the 
open sea, and went northward, with the blue hills of Corsica 
far on our left. A gorgeous sunset faded aw^ay over the 
water, and the moon rose behind the low mountains of the 
Italian coast. Having found a warm and sheltered place 
near the chimney, I drew my hat further over my eyes, to 
keep out the moonlight, and lay down on the deck with my 
knapsack under my head. It was a hard bed, indeed ; and 
the first time I attempted to rise, I found myself glued to 
the floor by the pitch which was smeared along the seams 
of the boards ! Our fellow-sufierers were a company of 
Swiss soldiers going home after a four years' service under 
the King of Naples, but they took to their situation more 
easily than we. 

Sleep was next to impossible, so I paced the deck occa- 
sionally, looking out on the moonlit sea and the dim shores 
on either side. A little after midnight we passed between 
Elba and Corsica. The dark crags of Elba rose on our 
right, and the bold headlands of Napoleon's isle stood oppo- 
site, at perhaps twenty miles' distance. There was some- 
tliing dreary and mysterious in the scene, viewed at such a 



43G VIEWS A-FOOt. 

time — tlic grandeur of lils career, wlio was born on one and 
exiled to the other, gave it a strange and thrilling interest. 

We made the light-house before the harbor of Leghorn at 
dawn, and by sunrise were anchored within the mole. I sat 
on the deck the whole day, watching the picturesque vessels 
that skimmed about with their lateen sails, and Avondering 
how soon the sailors, on the deck of a Boston brig anchored 
near us, would see my distant country. Leaving at four 
o'clock we dashed away, along the mountain coast of Car- 
rara, at a rapid rate. The wind was strong and cold, but I 
lay dowai behind the boiler, and though the boards were as 
hard as ever, slept two or three hours. When I awoke at 
half-past two in the morning, after a short rest, Genoa was 
close at hand. We glided between the two revolving lights 
on the mole, into the harbor, with the amphitheatre on which 
the superb city sits, dark and silent around us. It began 
raining soon, the engine-iire sank down, and as there was 
no place of shelter, we were shortly w^et to the skin. How 
long those dreary hours seemed, until the dawn came ! All 
was cold and rainy and dark, and we waited in a kind of 
torpid misery for daylight. I passed the entire day, sitting 
in a coil of rope under the eaves of the cabin, and even the 
beauties of the glorious city scarce affected me. We lay 
opposite the Doria palace, and the constellation of villas and 
towers still glittered along the hills ; but who, with his teeth 
chattering and limbs numb and damp, could feel pleasure in 
looking on Elysium itself 1 

We got under way again at three o'clock. The rain very, 
soon hid the coast from view, and the Avaves pitched our 
boat about in a most violent and disagreeable manner. T 



A sailor's compassion. 437 

Boon experienced sea-sickness in all its horrors. We had 
accidentally made the acC|Uaintance of one of the sailors, a 
swarthy Neapolitan, who had been in America. He was 
one of those rough, honest natures which abound in his class 
— tender-hearted as women, with all their rudeness and pro- 
fanity. As we were standing by the chimney, wet, cold and 
sick, reflecting dolefully how we should pass the coming 
night, he came up and said ; " I am in trouble about you, 
poor fellows ! I don't think I shall sleep three hours to- 
night, for thinking of you. I shall tell the officers to give 
you beds. They should see you are gentlemen, and I will 
tell them so !" The noble fellow was as good as his word. 
I knew not what he said or did, but in half an hour a ser- 
vant called us into the second cabin, gave us first some warm 
soup, and then pointed out our berths. 

I turned in with a feeling of relief not easily imagined, and 
forgave the fleas willingly, in the comfort of a shelter from 
the storm. When I awoke, it was broad day. A fresh 
breeze was drying the deck, and the sun was half-visible 
among breaking clouds. We had just passed the Isle of the 
Titan, one of the Isles des Hye es, and the bay of Toulon 
opened on our right. It was a rugged, rocky coast, but the 
hills of sunny Provence rose beyond. The sailor came up 
with a smile of satisfaction on his rough countenance, shook 
hands with us heartily, and said : " Ah, you slept last night, 
I think ! I told the officers, every one of them, and they 
would be cursed rascals not to give beds to you gentlemen !" 

We ran along, beside the brown, bare crags, until nearly 
noon, when we reached the eastern point of the Bay of Mar- 
?eilles. A group of small islands, formed of bare rock^ 



43S VIEWS A-POOT. 

rising in precipices three or four hundred feet high, guards 
the point ; on turning into the Gulf, v/e saw on the left the 
rocky islands of Pomegues, and If, with the castle crowning 
the latter, in which Mirabeau was confined. The ranges of 
hills which rose around the great bay, were spotted and 
sprinkled over with thousands of the country cottages of the 
Marseilles merchants, . called Bastidcs ; the city itself w^as 
hidden from view. We saw apparently the whole bay, but 
there was no crowd of vessels, such as would befit a great 
sea-port ; a few spires peeping over a hill, with some fortifi- 
cations, w^ere all that was visible. At length we turned 
suddenly aside and entered a narrow strait, between two 
forts. Immediately a broad harbor opened before us, locked 
in the very heart of the hills on which the city stands. 
It was covered with vessels of all nations ; on leaving the 
boat, we rowed past the ** Aristides," bearing the blue cross 
of Greece, and I searched eagerly and found, among the 
crowded "*nasts, the starry banner of America. 

As we were preparing to go ashore, the servant who had 
sum.mon<f^d us to the second cabin, and who had behaved 
very civilly towards us, came up and bade us welcome to 
Marseilles. I thanked him, whereupon the other servant, 
who had not taken the least notice of us, laughed sneering- 
ly. I gave the former a two-franc piece for his courtesy, 
which stopped the other's laugh at once. He came up very 
respectfully, and began to make some polite remarks, which 
I answered by turning my back on him and walking off. 
We lodged in a neat little tavern, frequented by the Pro- 
vencal teamsters, and found it a pleasant change from the 
Italian inns. In the evening, as we were walking on the 



MARSEILLES. 439 

quay, we were suddenly hailed by a cheerful voice. It was 
the Neapolitan sailor, who greeted us with an oath of delight. 
I thanked him once more for his kindness, but he answered, 
bluntly ; " Don't say anything more about it — I saw you 
were gentlemen !" 

I have rambled through all the principal parts of Mar- 
seilles, and am very favorably impressed with its appear- 
ance. Its cleanliness, and the air of life and business which 
marks the streets, are the more pleasant after coming from 
the dirty and depopulated Italian cities The broad avenues 
lined with trees, which traverse its whole length, must be 
delightful in summer. I am often reminded, by its spacious 
and crowded thoroughfares, of our American cities. Al- 
though founded by the Phoceans, three thousand years ago, 
it has scarcely an edifice of greater antiquity than three or 
four centuries, and the tourist must content himself with 
wandering through the narrow streets of the old town, ob- 
serving the Provenr;al costumes, or strolling among Turks 
and Moors on the Cluai d'Orlems. 

We have been detained here a day longer than was neces- 
sary, owing to some misunderstanding about the passports. 
This has not been favorable to our reduced circumstances, 
for we have now but fifteen francs each left to take us to 
Paris. Our boots, too, after serving us so long, begin to 
show signs of failing in this hour of adversity. Although 
we are somewhat accustomed to such circumstances, I cannot 
help shrinking when I think of the solitary napoleon ani 
the five hundred miles to be travelled. Perhaps, however, 
the coin will do as much as its great namesake, and achieve 
for us a Marengo in the war with fate. 



CHAPTER XL. 

THROUGH PROVENCE AND UP THE RHONE. 

The Hills of Provence — Ealny TraTel — A night at Aix — ^Provengal Scenery — The 
Mother of Soldiers — Bivouac at Senas — The Valley of the Sorgues — Approach ta 
Taucluse — The Fountaia of Vaucluse— More Eain — A Gleam of Sunshine — Avignon 
— ^The Blacksmith's Shop — Economical Travel — The Kindness of the Poor — Koman 
Remains at Orange— Travel up the Ehone — ^A Soldier's Camp — Daybreak Scene- 
Valence — The Ehone — A. Night at Vienne — Approach to Lyons— A Quandary- 
Monsieur and Madame Ferrand— The Mistrust of Poverty— Experiences in Lyons 
— Gloomy Days— Xe OacJwir— The Sixth Day — The Letter— A Plan to Borrow a Franc 
— The Eelief— Excitement— A Marvellous Change. 

We left Marseilles about nine o'clock, on a dull, rainy morn- 
ing, for Avignon and the Rhone, intending to take in our 
way the glen of Vaucluse. The divtyj' luhourgs stretch out 
along the road for a great distance, and we trudged through 
them, past foundries, furnaces and manufactories, considera- 
bly disheartened with the prospect. We wound among the 
bleak stony hills, continually ascending, for nearly three 
hours. Great numbers of cabarets, frequented by the com- 
mon people, lined the roads, and we met continually trains 
of heavily laden wagons, drawn by large mules. The coun- 
try is very wild and barren, and would have been tiresome, 



RAINY TRAVEL. 441 

except for the pine groves with their beautiful green foliage. 
We got something to eat with difficulty at an inn, for the 
people spoke nothing but the Provencal dialect, and the place 
was so cold and cheerless we were glad to go out again into 
the storm. It mattered little to us, tliat we heard the lan- 
guage in which the gay troubadours of King Reno sang their 
songs of love. We thought more of our dripping clothes 
and numb, cold limbs, and would liave been glad to hear in- 
stead, the strong, hearty German tongue, full of warmth and 
kindly sympathy for the stranger. The wind swept dreari- 
ly among the hills ; black, gusty clouds covered the sky, 
and the incessant rain filled the road with muddy pools. We 
looked at the country chateaux, so comfortable in the 
midst of their sheltering poplars, with a sigli, and thought 
of homes afar off, Avhose doors were never closed to us. 

This was all forgotten, when we reached Aix, and the 
hostess of the Cafe d'Afrique filled her little stove with fresh 
coal, and hung our wet garments around it, while her daugh- 
ter, a pale-faced, crippled child, smiled kindly on us and 
tried to talk with us in French. Putting on our damp, heavy 

coats again, B and I rambled through the streets, while 

our frugal suj)per was preparing. We saw the statue of the 
Bon Roi Rene, who held at Aix his court of shepherds 
and troubadours — the dark Cathedral of St. Sauveur — the 
ancient walls and battlements, and gazed down the valley 
at the dark, precipitous mass of Mont St. Victor, at the base 
of which Marius obtained a splendid victory over the bar- 
barians. 

The shallow, elevated valleys we passed in the forenoon's 
walk next day, were stony and barren, but covered 

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442 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

with large orchards of almond trees, the fruit of which 
forms a considerable article of export. This district 
borders on tlic desert of the Crau, a vast plain of stones, 
reaching to the mouth of the Rhone, and almost entirely un- 
inhabited. We caught occasional glimpses of its sea-like 
waste, between the summits of the hills. At length, after 
threading a higli ascent, we saw the valley of the Durance 
suddenly below us. The sun, breaking through the clouds, 
shone on the mountain wall, which stood on the opposite 
side, touching with his glow the bare and rocky precipices 
that frowned far above the stream. Descending to the 
valley, we followed its course towards the Rhone, with the 
ruins of feudal bourgs crowning the crags above us. 

It was dusk, when we reached the village of Senas, tired 
with the day's march. A landlord, standing in his door, on 
the look-out for customers, invited us to enter, in a manner 
so polite and pressing, we could not choose but do so. This 
is a universal custom with the country innkeepers. In a 
little village which we passed towards evening, there was a 
tavern with the sign : " The Mother of Soldiers." A portly 
woman, whose face beamed with kindness and cheerfulness, 
stood in the door, and invited us to stop there for the night. 
'•No, mother!" I ansAvered; "we 'must go much further 
to-day." " Go, then," said she, " with good luck, my chil- 
dren ! a pleasant journey !" On entering the inn at Senas, 
two or three bronzed soldiers were sitting by the table. IMy 
French vocabulary happening to give out in the middle of a 
consultation about eggs and onion-soup, one of them came 
to mj assistance and addressed me in German. He was from 
Fulda, in Hesse Oassel, and had served fifteen years in Afric^ 



THE VALLKY OF THE SORGUES. 443 

Two oilier young soldiers, from the western border of Ger« 
many, came during the evening, and one of them being part- 
ly intoxicated, created such a tumult, that a quarrel arose, 
which ended in his being beaten and turned out of the 
house. We all bivouacked together in the loft, and there 
was so much noise that I got very little sleep. We met 
every day, large numbers of recruits in companies of 
one or two hundred, on their way to Marseilles to em- 
bark for Algiers. They were mostly youths, from sixteen 
to tv»'enty years of age, and seemed little to forebode their 
probable fate. 

Leaving next morning at day-break, we walked on before 
breakfast to Orgon, a little village in the corner of the 
cliffs which border the Durance, and crossed the muddy river 
by a suspension bridge a short distance below, to Cavaillon, 
where the country people were holding a great market. 
From this place a road led across the meadow-land to L'Isle, 
six miles distant. This little town is so named, because it 
is situated on an island formed by the crystal Sorgues, 
which flows from the fountains of Vaucluse. It is a very 
picturesque and pretty place. Great mill-wheels, turning 
slowly and constantly, stand at intervals in the stream, 
whose grassy banks are now as green as in spring-time. We 
walked along the Sorgues, which is quite as beautiful and 
worthy to bo sung as the Clitumnus, to the end of the vily 
lage, to take the road to Vaucluse. Beside its banks stands 
a dirty, modern " Hotel de Petrarque ct Laure," 

The bare mountain in whose heart lies the poet's solitude, 
now rose before us, at the foot of the lofty Mont Ventoux, 
whose summit of snows extended beyond. We left the 



i%\ VIEWS A-FOOT, 

river and walkeil over a barren plain, across which the wind 
Kow most drearily. The .sky was rainy and dark, and com- 
pleted the desolateness of the scene, which in no wise 
heightened our anticiparious of the ren(>wned ^len. At 
length wo rejoined the Sorgnes ami entered a little green 
valley rnnning np into the mountain. The narrowness of 
the entrance entirely shut out the wind, and except the roll- 
ing of the waters over tlicir pebbly bed, all was still and 
lonely and beautiful. The siiles of the doll were covered 
with olive trees, and a narrow strip of emorakl meadow Liy 
at the bottom. It grew more hiilden and seqnestered as we 
approached the little village of Vaucluse. Here, the moun- 
tain towers ftir above, and precipices of grey rock, many 
li.indred feet high, hang over the narrowing glen. On a 
crag over the village are the remains of a castle ; the slope 
below this, now rugged and stony, was once graced by the 
cottage and garden of Petrarch. All traces of them have 
long since vanished, bnt a simple colunni, bearing the in- 
scription, *' A Petrarquf.," stands beside the Borgnes. 

We ascended into the defile by a path among the rocks, 
overshadowed by olive and wild-fig trees, to the celebrated 
fonntains of Yanclnse. The glen seems as if strnck into the 
mountain's depths by one blow of an enchanter's wand ; and 
just at the end, where the rod might have rested in its dowm 
ward sweep, is the fathomless well whose overbrimming ful- 
ness gives birth to the Sorgnes. "We climbed np over the 
mossy rocks and sat down in tlie grot, beside the dark, still 
pooh It was the most absolnte solitude. The rocks 
towered above and over ns, to the heiglit of six hundred 
feet, and the gray walls of the wild glen below shut out all 



THE FOUNTAIN OF VAUCLUSK. 445 

appearance of life. I leaned over tlie rock and drank of the 
blue crystal that grew gradually darker towards the centre, 
until it became a mirror, and gave back a perfect reflection 
of the crags above it. There was no bubbling — no gushing 
up from its deep bosom — but the wealth of sparkling waters 
continually welled over, as from a too-full goblet. 

It was with actual sorrow that I turned away from tlio 
silent spot. I never visited a place to which the fancy clung 
more suddenly and fondly. There is something holy in its 
solitude, making one envy Petrarch the years of calm and 
unsullied enjoyment which blessed him there. As some 
persons, whom we pass as strangers, strike a hidden chord 
in our spirits, compelling a silent sympathy with them, so 
some landscapes have a character of beauty which harmo- 
nizes entirely with the mood in which we look upon them, 
until we forget admiration in the glow of spontaneous attach- 
ment. They seem like abodes of the Beautiful, Avliich the 
soul in its wanderings long ago visited, and now recognises 
and loves as the home of a forgotten dream. It was thus I 
felt by the fountains of Vaucluse ; sadly and with weary 
steps I turned away, leaving its loneliness unbroken as 
before. 

We returned over the plain in the wind, under the gloomy 
sky, passed L'Isle at dusk, and after walking an hour with 
a rain following close behind us, stopped at an auberge in Le 
Thor, where we rested our tired frames and broke our long 
day's fasting. We were greeted in the morning with a dis- 
mal rain and wet roads, as we began the march. After a 
time, however, it poured down in such torrents, that we were 
obliged to take shelter in a leviise by the road-side, where a 



446 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

good woman who addressed us in the unmtelligiljle Proven- 
cal, kindled up a blazing fire to dry us. On climbing a long 
hill, when the storm had abated, we experienced a delight- 
ful surprise. Below us lay the broad valley of the Rhone, 
its meadows looking fresh and spring-like after the rain. The 
clouds were breaking away ; clear blue sky was visible over 
Avignon, and a belt of sunlight lay warmly along the moun- 
tains of Languedoc. Many villages, with their tall, pictur- 
esque towers, dotted the landscape, and the groves of green 
olive enlivened the barrenness of winter. Two or three 
hours' walk over the plain, by a road fringed with willows, 
brought us to the gates of Avignon. 

We walked around its picturesque turreted wall, and 
rambled through its narrow streets, washed here and there 
by streams which turn the old mill-wheels lazilj^ around. 
We climbed to the massive palace, which overlooks the city 
from its craggy seat, attesting the splendor it enjoyed, when 
for thirty years the Papal Court was held there, and the 
gray, weather-beaten, irregular building, resembling a pil.e 
of precipitous rocks, echoed with the revels of licentious pre- 
lates. We could not enter to learn the terrible secrets of 
the Inquisition, here unveiled, but we looked up at the tow- 
er, from which the captive Rienzi was liberated at the inter- 
cession of Petrarch. 

After leaving Avignon, we took the road up the Rhone 
for Lyons, turning our backs upon the rainy South. We 
reached the village of Sorgues by dusk, and accepted the 
invitation of an old dame to lodge at her inn, which proved 
to be a blacksmith's shop ! It was nevertheless clean and 
tomfortable, and we sat down in one corner^ out of the reach 



TRAVELLING UxNDER DIFFICULTIES. 441 

of the sliowers of sparks, which fle^r hissing from a red-hot 
horse-shoe, which the smith and his apprentice were hammer- 
ing. A Piedmontcse pedlar, who carried the " Song of the 
Holy St. rhilom'ne" to sell among the peasants, came in 
directly, and bargained for a sleep on some hay, for two sons. 
For a bed in the loft over the shop, we were charged live 
sous each, which, with seven sous for supper, made our ex- 
penses for the night about eleven cents ! Our oircumstanccs 
demanded the greatest economy, and we began to fear 
whether even this spare allowance would enable us to reach 
Lyons. Owing to a day's delay in Marseilles, we had left 
that city with but fifteen francs each ; the incessant storms 
of winter and the worn-out state of our shoes, which were 
no longer proof against water or mud, prolonged our jovir- 
ney considerably, so that by starting before dawn and Avalk- 
ing until dark, we were only able to make thirty miles a 
day. We could always j)i'ocure beds for £ve sous, and as 
in the country inns one is only charged for what he chooses 
to order, our frugal suppers cost us but little. We purchas- 
ed bread and cheese in the villages, and made our breakfasts 
and dinners on a bank by the roadside, or climbed the rocks 
and sat down by the source of some trickling rill. This 
simple fare had an excellent relish, and although we walked 
in wet clothes from morning till night, often lying down o.n 
the damp, cold earth to rest, our health was never aifected. 
It is worth all the toil and privation we have as yet under- 
gone, to gain, from actual experience, the blessed knoAvledge 
that man always retains a kindness and brotherly sympathy 
towards his fellow — that under all the weight of vice and 
misery which a g;inding oppresoion of soul and body brings 



448 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

on tlic laborers of earth, there still remain many bright 
tokens of a better nature. Among the starving nfountaineers 
of the Hartz — the degraded peasantry of Bohemia — the 
savage crmtadini of Central Italy, or the dwellers on the hills 
of Provence and beside the swift Rhone, we almost invana- 
bly found kind, honest hearts, and an aspiration for some- 
thing better, betokening the consciousness that such brute- 
like, obedient existence was not their proper destiny. "We 
found few so hardened as to be insensible to a kind look or a 
friendly word, and nothing made us forget we were among 
strangers so much as the many tokens of sympathy which 
met us when least looked for. A young Englishman, who 
had travelled on foot from Geneva to Rome, enduring many 
privations on account of his reduced circumstances, said to 
me, while speaking on this subject : "A single word of kind- 
ness from a stranger would make my heart warm, and my 
spirits cheerful, for days afterwards." There is not so much 
evil in man as men would have us believe ; and it is a happy 
comfort to know and feel this. 

Leaving our little inn before day -break the next morning, 
we crossed the Sorgues, grown muddy since its infancy at 
Vaucluse. The road passed over broad, barren ranges of 
hills, and the landscape M^as destitute of all interest, until we 
approached Orange. This city is built at the foot of a rocky 
height, a great square projection of which seemed to stand in 
its midst. As we approached nearer, however, arches and 
lines of cornice could be discerned, and we recognised it as 
the celebrated amphitheatre, one of the grandest Roman 
relics in the south of France. 

I stood at the foot of this great Muic, and gazed up at it 



UP THE RHONE. 449 

in astonishment. The exterior wall, three hundred and 
thirty-four feet in length, and rising to the height of one 
hundred and twenty -one feet, is still in excellent preserva> 
tion, and through its rows of solid arches one looks on the 
broken ranges of seats within. Passing through the city, we 
came to the beautiful Roman triumphal arch, which to my eye 
is a finer structure than that of Constantine at Rome. It is 
built of a rich yellow marble, and highly ornamented with 
julptured trophies. From the barbaric shields and the letters 
Mario, still remaining, it has been supposed to commemorate 
the victory of Marius over the barbarians, near Aix. 

For the rest of the day the road was monotonous, though 
varied somewhat bv the tall cracrs of Mornas and Mont- 
dragon, towering over the villages of the same name. Night 
came on as the rock of Pierrelatte, at whose foot we were to 
sleep, appeared in the distance, rising like a Gibraltar from 
the plain, and we only reached it in time to escape the rain 
that came down the valley of the Rhone. Next day we 
passed several companies of soldiers on their way to Africa. 
Near Montelimart, we lost sight of Mont Ventoux, whose 
gleaming white crest had been visible all the v/ay from Vau- 
cluse, and passed along the base of a range of hills running 
near to the river. So went our march, without particular 
incident, until we bivouacked for the night among a company 
of soldiers in the little village of Loriol. They were steady, 
merry fellows, and we fraternized thoroughlj-. We were all 
tired with the day's journey, and the loft, which was our 
common sleeping-room, was quiet enough in five minutes 
after we went to bed. 

Leaving at six o'clock, wakened by the trumpets which 



450 VIEWS A-FOOT, 

called up tlio soldlei's to their day's march, we reached the 
river Drome at dawn, and from the bridge over its rapid 
current, gazed at the dim, ash-colored masses of the Alps of 
Dauphine, piled along the sky, far up the valley. The 
coming of morn threw a yellow glow along their snowy sides, 
and lighted up, here and there, a flashing glacier. Thx) 
peasantry were already up and at work, and caravans of 
pack-wagons rumbled along in the morning twilight. Wg 
trudged on with them, and by breakfast-time had made 
some distance of the way to Valence. The road, which does 
not approach the Rhone, is devoid of interest and tiresome, 
though under a summer sky, wlien the bare vine-hills are 
latticed over with green, and tlie fruit-trees covered with 
blossoms and foliage, it may be a scene of great beauty. 

Valence, which we reached towards noon, is a common- 
place city on the Rhone ; and my only reasons for traversing 
its dirty streets in preference to taking the road, which passes 
without the walls, were— -to get something for dinner, and 
because it might have been the birth-place of Aymcr de 
Valence, the valorous Crusader, chronicled in " Ivanhoe," 
whose tomb I had seen in Westminster Abbey. One of the 
streets, which was marked " Rue Bayard," shows that my 
valiant namesake — the knight without fear and reproach — is 
still remembered in his native province. The ruins of his, 
chateau are still standing among the Alps near Grenoble. 

In the afternoon we crossed the Is ere, a swift, muddy 
river, which rises among the Alps of Dauphine. We saw 
their icy range, among which is the desert solitude of the 
Grand Chartreuse, far up the valley ; but the thick atmo- 
sphere Lil the mighty Mont Blanc, whose cloudy outlitiei 



VIENNE. 451 

eighty miles distant in a bee line, is visible in fair weatlier. 
At Tain, we came upon the Hhone again, and walked along 
the base of the hills which contract its current. Here, I 
should call it beautiful. The scenery has a wildness that 
approaches to that of the Hhine. Winding around tlie 
curving hills, the scene is constantly varied, and the little 
willowed islets clasped in the embrace of the stream, mingle 
a trait of softened beauty with its sterner character. 

After passing the night at a village on its banks, we left it 
again at St. Vallier, the next morning. At sunset, the spires 
of Yienne were visible, and the lofty Mont Pilas, the snows 
of whose riven summits feed the springs of the Loire on its 
western side, stretched majestically along the opposite bank 
of the Rhone. Vienne, which is mentioned by several of 
the Roman historians under its present name, was the capital 
of the Allobroges, and I Vooked upon it with a new and 
strange interest, on calling to mind my school-boy days, 
when I had become familiar with that warlike race, in toil- 
ing over the pages of Csesar. We walked in the mud and 
darkness for what seemed a great distance, and finally took 
shelter in a little inn at the northern end of the city. Two 
Belgian soldiers, coming from Africa, were already quartered 
there, and we listened to their tales of the Arab and the 
Desert, while supper was preparing. 

The morning of the 25th was dull and rainy ; the road, 
very muddy and unpleasant, led over the'hills, avoiding the 
westward curve of the Rhone, directly towards Lyons. About 
noon, we came in sight of the broad valley in which the 
Rhone first clasps his Burgimdian bride, the Saone, and a 
cloud of impenetrable coal-smoke showed us tlie location of 



452 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

Lyons. A nearer approach revealed a large flat dome, and 
some ranges of tall buildings near tlie river. AYe soon en- 
tered the suburb of La Guillotiere, which has sprung up on 
the eastern bank of the Rhone. Notwithstanding our clothes 
were like sponges, our boots entirely worn out, and our 
bodies somewhat thm with nine clays' exposure to the wintry 
storms in walking two hundred and forty miles, we entered 
Lyons with suspense and anxiety. But one franc apiece 
remained out of the fifteen with which we left Marseilles. 

B wrote home some time ago, directing a remittance to 

be forwarded to a merchant at Paris, to whom he had a 
letter of introduction, and in the hope that this had arrived, 
he^ determined, to enclose the letter in a note, stating our 
circumstances, and requesting the merchant to forward a 
part of the remittance to Lyons. We had then to wait at 
least four days ; people are suspicious and mistrustful in 
cities, and if no relief should come, what was to be done ? 

After wading through the mud of the suburbs, we chose 
a common-looking inn near the river, as the comfort of our 
stay depended wholly on the kindness of our hosts, and our 
experiences had taught us that there is most genuine kind- 
ness among the poorer classes. We engaged lodgings for 
four or five days ; after dinner the letter was dispatched, and 
we wandered about through the dark, dirty city until night. 
Our landlord. Monsieur Ferrand, was a rough, vigorous 
man, with a gloomy, discontented expression ; his words 
were few and. blunt ; but a certain restlessness of manner, 
and a secret flashing of his cold, forbidding eye, betrayed to 
me some strong hidden excitement. Madame Ferrand was 
kind and talkative, though passionate ; but the appearance 



A MISTRUSTFUL LANDLOKD. 453 

of the place gave me an unfavorable impression, which was 
heightened by the thought tliat it was now impossible to 
change our lodgings until relief should arrive. When bed- 
time came, a ladder was placed against a sort of high plat- 
form along one side of the kitchen ; we mounted and found 
a bed, concealed from the view of those below by a dusty 
muslin curtain. We lay there, between heaven and earth — 
the dirty earth of the brick floor and the sooty heaven of 
the ceiling — listening until midnight to the boisterous songs, 
and loud, angry disputes in the room adjoining. Thus ended 
our first day in Lyons. 

Five weary days, each of them containing a month of 
torturing suspense, succeeded. A man who has no money 
in his pocket soon begins to suspect that he is a vagabond, 
and fears that he shall be found out. I believe Monsieur Fer- 
rand mistrusted us from the beginning. One night, v/hen 
he thought us asleep, he carefully felt our knapsacks, which 
Madame Ferrand kept at the head of her bed, just under 
our platform. I had a small pocket telescope, which he at 
first took for a roll of five-franc pieces, but after much feel- 
ing decided that it was something else. I lay awake nearly 
all night, trying to devise some plan of relief, in case no 
money should come, but could think of notliing that was at 
all practicable. In order to account for our stay, we pre- 
tended to have business in the city, so we wandered all day 
long through the misty, muddy, smoky streets, taking refuge 
in the covered bazaars when it rained heavily. We walked 
BO incessantly up and down the same streets, that the market- 
women knew us, and made their daily comments wlion Ave 
appeared. The policemen knew us, too, and some of them 



454 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

(so we ttouglit) watched ns. I soon became intimately ac- 
quainted with eveiy part of Lyons, from Presqu' isle Per- 
racJie to Croix Rousse. I knew the contents of every shop 
in the Bazaar, and tlie passage of the Hotel Dieu — the title 
of every volume in the bookstores in the Place Belcour — 
and the countenance of every boot-black and apple woman 
on the Quais on both sides of the river. 

It rained every day, and the sun was not once visible. 
The gloom of everything around us, entirely smothered 
that lightness of heart which made us laugh over our em- 
barrassments at Vienna. When at evening, the dull, leaden 
hue of the clouds seemed to make the air dark and cold 
and heavy, we walked beside the' swollen and turbid Rhone, 
under an avenue of leafless trees, the damp soil chilling our 
feet and striking a numbness through our frames, and then 
I knew what those must feel who have 7io hope in their des- 
titution, and not a friend in all the great world, who is not 
as wretched as themselves. One night, as we were pacing 
dismally along the Ehone, a man who was walking before 
us, kept saying to himself: " le cacliot ! lecachot r (the dun- 
geon.) " Yes," said I, involuntarily, " we shall have either 
the cash O ! or the cachot, before long." The man turned 
around, shrugged his shoulders, gave a curious spring into, 
the air, snapped his fingers two or three times, and then ran 
off, still exclaiming : " le cachot ! le cachot r 

On the morning of the sixth day I said to B , " this 

morning will terminate our suspense." I felt cheerful in 
spite of myself; and this was like a presentiment of coming 
good-luck. To pass the time until nine o'clock, when the 
Post Office was opened, I climbed to the chapel of Fom vibes. 



A PLAN TO BORROW A FRANC. 455 

on the western bank of the SaOne. But at the precise min- 
ute I was at the office, where B was already in waiting. 

What an intensity of suspense was crowded into those few 
seconds, while the clerk was looking over the letters ! What 
an electric shock of joy, when it came at last ! But the 
postage was fourteen sous, and we had not a centime. The 
clerk put the letter back again. Hope was more suggestive 
than anxiety, and I instantly hit upon a plan for getting it. 
" You know that I went out first this morning," I said to my 
friend, " and Madame Ferrand knows it too. Go back and 
ask if I have returned. Of course, she will say * no.' 
Then tell her that I carry our common stock of money, (!) 
that you don't know where I have gone, that there is 
a letter in the office for you, and you can't get it. Ask 
her to lend you a franc until you find me, when I will 
repay it." 

This was a desperate experiment, for there might be no 
money in the letter after we got it, in which case we should 
only have added to our difficulties. I paced up and down 

the square, until B returned with the franc, my plan 

having succeeded. It required a deal of courage to break 
the seal, but then, thank God ! our suspense was over. 
The remittance from home had reached the merchant only 

the day before he received B 's letter, and he enclosed 

an order for part of the money on his correspondent in 
Lyons. This providential relief gave rise to an overpower- 
ing revulsion of feeling. For my part, my nerves were 
strung to such a pitch that — not knowing what else to do,— 
I walked up to the statue of Louis XIV. in tlie middle of 
the square, seized with both hands the heavy iron railing 



456 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

whicli surrounds it, and pulled until I expected to see the 
rails give way. 

After getting tlie money, the first thing we did (so weak is 
haman natiu'e !) was to step into a pastry-cook's and pur- 
chase two delicate cheese-cakes, which we had been examin- 
ii^g Nsdth hungry eyes, for five days. The market-women in 
the square, who knew us too well, saw this unusual action, 
and shouted with laughter. But nothing disturbed us, for 
all mankind was changed in our eyes. The policemen 
looked at us with calm confidence ; the cold and suspicious 
faces of the crowd had suddenly become kind and cheerful. 
Our own faces, too, must have shown a change, for when 
we returned to the inn Madame Ferrand met us with a 
friendly smile, and prepared us a much better dinner than 
we had had before. In the afternoon we purchased new 
shoes at a smxall shop in the suburbs. I gave the cobbler 
my old pair, which he instantly flung into the street, with 
ihe exclamation : " L's ne volent pas un sous, Monsieur P^ 



CHAPTEE, XLI. 

THE JOURNEY TO PAUIg. 

The Pleasure of Rest— Leaving Lyons— Voyage up the Saone— An Inundation— The 
Strolling Musicians and their Child— Walking in Burgundy — The Upland Eogion 
—A Drenching Storm — Slow Ride to Auxerre — Miseries of a Country D ligonco — 
The Bloody Seine — Arrival at Pai'is — Getting a Draft Paid — Seeing Paris perforce-— 
Letters from Hom*. 

Paris, February 6. 1846. 
JEvery letter of the date is traced with an emotion of joy, 
for our dreary journey is at an end. There was a magic in 
the name that revived us during anxious days, and now the 
thought that it is all over — that these walls which inclose 
us, stand in the heart of the gay city — seems almost too 
joyful to be true. Yesterday I marked with the whitest 
chalk, for I got out of the cramped diligence at the Barriere 
de Charenton, and saw before me in the morning twilight, 
the immense grey mass of Paris. I forgot my numbed and 
stiffened frame, and every other of the thousand disagreea- 
ble feelings of diligence travelling, in the pleasure which 
that si<>:ht afforded. 

We arose in the dark at Lyons, and after bidding adieu to 

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458 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

morose Monsieur Ferraiid, traversed tlie silent city, and found 
our way in the mist and gloom to tlie steamboat landing on 
the Sa5ne. The waters were swollen much above their 
usual level, which was favorable for the boat, as long as 
there was room enough left to pass under the bridges. 
After a great deal of bustle we got under way, and were 
dashing out of Lyons, against the swift current, before day- 
break. We passed Ulsle Barhe, once a favorite residence 
of Charlemagne, and now the haunt of the Lyonnaise on 
summer holidays, and going under the suspension bridges 
with levelled smoke-stacks, entered the picturesque hills 
above, which are covered with vineyards nearly to the top ; 
the villages scattered over them have those square, pointed 
towers, which give such a quaintuess to French country 
scenery. 

The stream being very high, the meadows on both sides 
were deeply overfiowedo To avoid the strong current in the 
centre, our boat ran along the banks, pushing aside the 
alder thickets and poplar shoots. A little after noon, we 
passed the large town of Macon, the birth-place of the poet 
Lamartine. The valley of the Saone, no longer inclosed 
among the hills, spread out to several miles in width. Along 
the west lay in sunshine the vine-mountains of Cote d'Or ; 
among the dark clouds in the eastern sky, we could barely 
distinguish the outline of the Jura. The waters were so 
much swollen as to cover the plain for two or three miles. We 
seemed to be sailing over a lake, with rows of trees spring- 
ing up out of the water, and houses and villages lying like 
islands on its surface. A sunset that promised better weather 
tinged the broad brown flood, as Chalons came in sight. We 



STROLLING MUSICIANS AND THEIR CHILD. 459 

squeezed througli tlie crowd of porters and diligence men, 
declining their kind offers, and hunted quarters to suit 
ourselves. 

We left Chalons on the morning of the 1st, in high spirits 
at the thought that there were but little more than two hun- 
dred miles between us and Paris. In walking over the cold, 
muddy plain, we passed a family of strolling musicians, who 
were sitting on a heap of stones by the roadside. An ill- 
dressed, ill-natured man and woman, each carrying a violin, 
and a thin, squalid girl, with a tambourine, composed the 
group. Their faces bore that unfeeling stamp, which springs 
from depravity and degradation. When we had walked 
somewhat more than a mile, we overtook a little girl, who 
was crying bitterly. By her features, from which the fresh 
beauty of childhood had not been worn, and the steel triangle 
which was tied to her belt, we knew that she belonged to 
the family we had passed. Her dress was thin and ragged, 
and a pair of wooden shoes but ill protected her feet from 
the sharp cold. I stopped and asked her why she cried, but 
she did not at first answer. However, by questioning, I 
found her unfeeling parents had sent her on without food ; 
she was sobbing with hunger and cold. Our pockets were 
full of bread and cheese w^iich we had bought for breakfast, 
and we gave her half a loaf, which stopped her tears at 
once. She looked up and thanked us, smiling ; and sitting 
down on a bank, began to eat as if half famished. 

The physiognomy of this region is very singular. The 
country seems to have originally been a vast elevated plain, 
in which some great power has scooped out, as with a hand, 
deep circular valleys all over its surface. In winding along 



460 VIEWS A-FOOT 

the liigli riJgcs, we often looked down, on either side, into 
such hollows, several miles in diameter, and sometimes en- 
tirely covered with vineyards. At La Rochepot, a quaint, 
antique village, lying in the bottom of one of these dells, we 
saw the finest ruin of the middle ages that I have met with 
in France. We passed the night at Ivry (not the Ivry which 
gained Henri Quatre his kingdom), and then continued our 
march over roads which I can only compare to our country 
roads in America during the spring thaw. In addition to 
this, the rain commenced early in the morning and continued 
all day, so that we were completely wet the whole time. 
The plains, too high and cold to produce wine, were varied 
by forests of beech and oak, and the population was thinly 
scattered over them in small villages. Travellers generally 
complain very much of the monotomy of this part of 
France, and, with such dreary weather, we could not dis- 
agree with them. 

As the day wore on, the rain increased, and the sky put 
on that dull, gray cast, which denotes a lengthened storm. 
We were fain to stop at nightfall, but there was no inn near, 
at hand — not even a hovel of a cabaret in which to shelter 
ourselves, and, on inquiring of the wagoners, we received 
the comfortable assurance that there was yet a league and a 
half to the nearest stopping place. On, then, we went, with the 
pitiless storm beating in our faces and on our breasts, until 
there was not a dry spot left, except what our knapsacks 
covered. We could not have been more completely satu- 
rated if we had been dipped in the Yonne. At length, 
after two hours of slipping and sliding along in the mud 
and wet and darkness, we reached Saulieu, and by the 



MISERIES OF A COUNTRY DILIGENCE. 461 

warm fire, thanked our stars that the day's dismal tramp 
was over. 

By good or bad. luck (I have not decided which) a vehicle 
was to start the next morning for Auxerre, distant sixty 
miles, and the fare being but five francs, we thought it wisest 
to take places. It was always with reluctance that we de- 
parted from our usual mode of travelling, but, in the present 
instance, the circumstances absolutely compelled it. 

Next morning, at sunrise, we took our seats in a large 
square vehicle on two wheels, calculated for six persons and 
a driver, with a single horse. But, as he was fat and round 
as an elephant, and started oft at a brisk pace, and we were 
well protected from the rain, it was not so bad after all, 
barring the jolts and jarred vertebrae. We drove on, over 
the same dreary expanse of plain and forest, passing through 
two or three towns in the course of the day, and by evening 
had made somewhat more than half our journey. Owing to 
the slowness of our fresh horse, we were jolted about the 
whole night, and did not arrive at Auxerre until six o'clock 
in the morning. After waiting an hour in a hotel beside the 
rushing Yonne, a lumbering diligence was got ready, and we 
were offered places to Paris for seven francs. As the dis- 
tance is one hundred and ten miles, this would be considered 
cheap fare, but I should not want to travel it again and be 
paid for doing so. Twelve persons were packed into a box 
not large enough for a cow, and no joiner ever dove-tailed 
his corners tighter than did we our knees and nether extre- 
mities. It is my lot to be blessed with abundance of stature, 
and none but tall persons can appreciate the misery of sitting 
for hours with their joints in an immovable vice. The close* 



462 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

ncss of tlie atmosphere — -for the passengers would not permit 
the windows to be opened for fear of taking cold— ^combined 
with loss of sleep, made me so drowsy that my head was 
continually felling on my next neighbor, who, being a heavy 
country lady, thrust it indignantly away. I would then try 
my best to keep it up awhile, but it would droop gradually, 
until the crush of a bonnet or a smart bump against some 
other head would recall me, for a moment, to consciousness. 

We passed Joigny, on the Yonne, Sens, with its glorious 
old cathedral, and at dusk reached Montereau, on the Seine. 
This was the scene of one of Napoleon's best victories, on 
his return from Elba. In driving over the bridge, I looked 
down on the swift and swollen current, and hoped that its 
hue might never be darkened again so fearfully as the last 
sixty years have witnessed. No river in Europe has such 
an association connected with it. We think of the Danube, 
for its majesty, of the Ehine, for its wild beauty, but of the 
Seine — for its blood ! All that night did we endure squeez- 
ing and suffocation, and no morn was ever more welcome 
than that which revealed to us Paris. With matted hair^ 
wild, glaring eyes, and dusty and disordered clothes, we en- 
tered the gay capital, and blessed every stone upon which 
we placed our feet, in the fulness of our joy. 

In paying our fare at Auxerre, I was obliged to use a draft 
on the banker, Hougemont de LOwenberg. The ignorant 
conductor hesitated to change this, but permitted us to go, 
on condition of keeping it until we should arrive. There,- 
fore, on getting out of the diligence, after forty -eight hours 
of sleepless and fasting misery, the facteur of the office went 
with me to get it paid, leaving B to wait for us. I knew 



SEEING PARIS PERFOR'cE. 463 

nothing of Paris, and this merciless man kept me for three 
hours at his heels, following him on all his errands, before 
he did mine, in that time traversing the whole length of the 
city, in order to leave a haunch of venison at an aristocratic 
residence in the Faubourg St. Germain. Yet even combined 
weariness and hunger could not prevent me from looking 
with vivid interest down a long avenue, at the Column of 
the Place Vendome, in passing, and gazing up in wonder at 
the splendid portico of the Madeleine. But of anything else 
I have a very faint remembrance. " You have an appetite 
for breakfast, now, I should think;" said he, when he re- 
turned, " we have walked more than four leagues !" 

About noon we sat down quietly to a most complete break- 
fast. Our first walk was to a bath, and then, with com- 
plexions several shades lighter, and limbs that felt as if lifted 
by invisible wings, we hurried away to the Post Office. I 
seized the welcome missives from my far home, with a beat- 
ing heart, and hastening back, read until the words became 
indistinct in the twilight. 



CHAPTER XLII. 

LIFE IN PARIS. 

Rooms to Let — A disappointed Landlord — Our Apartment, cli^s Lmribert — Living on 
a Franc a Day — Amuseiueuts — The Streets of Paris — Tlie Place de la Concorde— 
Tlie Hotel des Invalides — The Gtu-den of the Tuileries — What we sjiw — The Ameri- 
can Minister — An Experience of Suicide — Empty Pockets again — The Sick Mei • 
chant — Lying in AVait — The Keliof— I Determine to visit Loudon. 

Our first care on rebelling Paris, was to find cheap quar- 
ters, for we had a residence of at least two months in pros- 
pect, and the remittance which my friend had received 
consisted of two hundred and eighty francs only. The inn, 
to which Ave had been taken by the mercilessyZzc/ewr, Avas a 
dingy place, someAvhere in the Faubourg St. Antoine, fre- 
quented by Burgundian teamsters, and for the gloomy room 
we occupied the hard-visaged landlord demanded thirty 
francs a month. We sallied out the next morning, and after 
inspecting a number of " cliamihres a loner''' finally found a 
little room at the top of a tall house in the Kue de la Harpe, 
" chez Lambert, Coiffeur," for tAvelve francs a month, and 
instantly engaged it. The Burgundian landlord thought he 
had us, and Avas so vexed that Ave had slipped through his 



OUR APARTMENT. 4Gj 

fingers, that he charged us enormously for the few meals we 
had had, and refused to give us our passports until we had 
paid him. Not content with this, he assailed us with a 
variety of coarse epithets, which I, who was boiling over 
with rage, repaid with ironical politeness, only yielding so 
far as to say ** adieu, vicux dialler' — the worst French I 
knew — when we left. 

Our new abode was a box, rather than a room. We were 
obliged to pass through ]M, Lambert's hair-dressing room, 
then through Madame Lambert's apartment, then to mount 
four flights of steep old stairs, with very dark landing-places 
between, after which we reached the topmost story, in which 
was our room, containing a small single bed, two chairs, a 
table, a Avashstand, and a diminutive mirror. There was 
neither stove nor fire-place, and the only window faced tlie 
north, giving us a prospect of tiled roofs and chimneys. It 
was a bleak little den, but it seemed delightful after our 
experience in Lyons, and the only thing that embarrassed 
us was the excessive politeness of Monsieur and Madame 
Lambert, which seemed misapplied to persons in our cir- 
cumstances. There was another lodger — a pale young man 
from Gascony, who was consumptive, and a hater of Louis 
liiilippe : he was very bitter and cynical, and we did not 
cultivate his acquaintance. 

Our wardrobe was by this time in such a dilapidated con- 
dition, that we found it necessary to make various pur- 
chases, which consumed so much of our funds that we 
determined at the outset to spend no more than a franc a 
day each, for our meals. After a number of experiments, 

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466 VIEWS A-EOOT. 

we discovered a cafe near the Pantheon, where it was pos^ 
sible to get a large bowl of coffee (chicory), with a roll, for 
six sous ; a restaurant in the Hue de la Harpe furnished us 
with soup, " unj)lat " and " manndlade cV ahricots'^ for twelve 
sous ; and we invested the remaining two sous in rolls and a 
kind of fish-cake, which we purchased at the stands on the 
quay where they were baked, and ate in the privacy of our 
room. Our dinners, it is true, were so disguised that the 
original materials were not always to be ascertained, and 
our favorite " bamf provsnpal " had a flavor very suggestive 
of horse-flesh, but there was always enough to satisfy 
iiunger, and we were content. We could not afford the 
luxury of a French teacher, but we subscribed to a circu- 
lating library for two francs a month, and read Victor Hugo 
and Theophile Gautier, until we became chill and numb in 
our fireless room, when we would go forth into the streets 
and extend our acquaintance with that out-door Parisian 
life which is always fresh and entertaining. 

What a lively little world in miniature it is ! I wonder 
not that the French, with their exuberant gaiety of spirit, 
should revel in its ceaseless tides of pleasure, as if it were 
an earthly Elysium. I soon felt the influence of the cheer- 
ful atmosphere, and have rarely threaded the crowds of a 
foreign city with so light a heart. And yet it would be 
difficult to describe wherein consists this agreeable peculi- 
arity. You can find streets as dark and crooked and dirty 
anywhere in Germany, and squares and gardens as gay and 
sunny beyond the Alps, and yet they would affect you far 
differently. You could not, as in Paris, divest yourself of 



THE PLACE DI:: LA CONCORD!-:. 4G7 

cveiy particle of Scad or serious thought, and be content to 
gaze for hours on the showy scene, without an idea beyond 
the present moment. 

Our favorite walk was through the Place du Carrousel 
and the Gardens of the Tuileries, to the Place de la Con- 
corde. What is there in Europe — nay, in the world — equal 
to this ? In the centre, the mighty obelisk of red granite 
pierces the sky, — on either hand showers of silver spray are 
thrown up from splendid bronze fountains — statues and pil- 
lars of gilded bronze sweep in a grand circle around the 
Place, and on each side magnificent vistas lead the eye off. 
and combine the distant with the near, to complete this 
unparalleled view ! Eastward, beyond the tall trees in the 
garden of the Tuileries, rises the long front of the Palace, 
with the tri-color floating above ; westward, in front of us, 
is the Forest of the Elysian Fields, with the Arc de Tri- 
omphe nearly a mile and a half distant, looking down from 
the end of the avenue, at the Barriere de Neuilly. To the 
right and left are the marble fronts of the Church of the 
Madeleine and the Chamber of Deputies, the latter on the 
other side of the Seine. Thus the groves and gardens of 
Paris — the palace of her kings — the proud monument of her 
military glory — and the masterpieces of modern French 
architecture, are all embraced in this one superb coup d^ceil. 

Following the motley multitude to the bridge, I crossed 
and made my way to the Hotel des Invalides. Along the 
esplanade, playful companies of children were running and 
tumbling in their sports over the green turf, which was as 
fresh as a meadow ; while, not the least interesting feature 
of the scene, numbers of scarred and disabled veterans, in 



468 VIKWti A-FOOT. 

the livery of the Hospital, haskcil in the sunshine, watching 
with quiet satisfaction the gambols of the seconci generation 
they have seen arise. What tales could they not tell, those 
wrinkled and feeble old men ! What visions of Marengo, 
and Austerlitz, and Borodino, shift with a fiery vividness 
through their fading memories ! Some may have left a limb 
on the Libyan desert ; and the sabre of the Cossack may 
have scarred the brows of others. They witnessed the rising 
and setting of that great meteor, which intoxicated Franco 
with such a blaze of power and glory, and now, when the 
recollection of that wonderful period seems almost like a 
stormy dream, they are left to guard the ashes of their 
ancient General, brought back from his exile to rest in the 
bosom of his own French people. It was to me a touching 
and exciting thing, to look on those whose eyes had wit- 
nessed the filling up of such a fated leaf in the world's 
history. 

As Ave step out the western portal of the Tuileries, a beau- 
tiful scene greets us. We look on the palace garden, 
fragrant with flowers and classic with bronze copies of 
ancient sculpture. Beyond this, broad gravel walks divide, 
the flower-bordered lawns, and ranks of marble demigods 
and heroes look down on the joyous crowd. Children troll 
their hoops along the avenues or skip the rope under the 
clipped lindens, whose boughs are now tinged a pale yellow 
by the bursting buds. The swans glide about on a pond in 
the centre, begging bread of the bystanders, who watch a 
miniature ship which the soft breeze carries steadily across. 
Paris is unseen, but heard, on every side ; only the Column 
of Luxor and the Arc de Triomphe rise blue and grand 



WHAT WE SAW IN PARIS. 469 

above the top of the forest. What with the sound of voices, 
the merrj lauglitcr of the children and a host of smiling 
faces, the scene touches a happy chord in one's heart, and 
he mingles with it, lost in pleasant reverie, until the sounds 
fade away with the fading light. 

In the course of two or three weeks these long daily ram- 
bles, which we were obliged to take in order to keep ourselves 
warm, made us acf|uainted with every part of Paris, from 
Pcre la Chaise to the Bois de Boulogne, and from St Denis 
to the Jardin des Plantcs. We visited all objects of interest 
and curiosity — all the galleries of art which are open to the 
public — in short, everything which could be seen without 
expense, except the famous Rachel, for whom we paid and 
by whom we were repaid tenfold. We saw Louis Philippe 
ride to St. Cloud with the Prince de Joinville and the Duke 
de Nemours ; we witnessed the saturnalia of the .Carnival 
and the Procession of the Boeuf Gras ; we tried to procure 
admission to the Chamber of Deputies, but our notes (sent 
in the manner prescribed) were never answered. I called 
upon the American Minister, the Hon. William Rufus King, 
who received me with great kindness and invited me to a 
ball at the Legation on the 22d of February. I declined, 
on account of lacking the necessary dress, but called upon 
him twice afterwards and was treated with the same cordi- 
ality. With this exception, I did not make a single acquaint- 
ance during the whole of our stay in Paris. With regard 
to the temptations of the gay city, I was safe enough. They 
do not assail a man who is limited to a franc a day. 

Towards the end of February I had a little experience, 
which came near terminating seriously. I was preparing my 



470 VIEWS A- FOOT. 

lotttM-s io sowil luMuo. niul had wrltton until 1 "vvas tlioroii'^lily 
rliilloi^, Avlion tlio iiloa of prooiirlni;- a bra/ior oi' cortls, such 
as aro usoil in Italv. oanio into my lioad. On applying^ to 
l\radamo Lanibort, sho at onoo furnishoil nio with the article, 
for ibur sons, assiuiui;- nu\ in reply to my question, that tho 
coals were not niaile tVoni ehareoal, hut tVoni wooil. I ias- 
tened the door and w ludow tii;-htly. in order to retain the 
heat, placed the bra/.ier under tlie table, at uiy feet, and re- 
sumed my letters, in about half an hour 1 became conscious 
of a heavy and painful sensation in the head, which I attribut- 
ed to my cold hands and feet. The feeliuj* increased, until 
a sharp spike driven throuiih my temples could scarcely 
liavo given me i^reater pain. The paper became blurred, so 
that I could no long'ev write ; a dull gray mist floated before 
n\y eyes ; I dropped the pen and laid my head on the table. 
1 was fast losing consciousness, when my friend, who had 
been out, opened the door. lie at once noticed that the 
room was tilled with a stitling gas, and threw open the win- 
dow, I arose, staggered down stairs and went into the 
streets, but, finding that I saw nothing distinctly and was 
constantly on the point of falling, I returned to my bed, 
which I kept for two days, betore I fidly recovered. If tho 
suicides by charcoal suffer in proportion as 1 did, their dcfiths 
must bo terrible. 

(hir resources, at last, were reduced to a few francs, and 

it became necessary to find some method of relief. B ^ 

had written for another remittance, but could not expect to 
receive it for a month to come. He determined, however, 
to state our situation to the merchant through whom the 
former remittance had been received, and ask for a small 



TllK HICK MKIICIIANT. 471 

advancft. ]>iit tlic- iiiorcliant waH a]>Kcnt iti the country, and 
before IiIh return M. Lambert presented Lis bill for another 
inonth'H rent of our room. I asked liim to wait a day or 
two, &H our banker wan ab.sent, to which lie replied with a 
polit(;neHH that diHconcerted me : " TrU hu-n, Mornfieur" 
Finally, the mercliant returned and my friend called a<^ain, 
but failed to Hee him : he waw Hick. J>y this time our funds 
had dwindled to a single franc, and we could not afford to 
lose time. I^fy friend called on the second day, but the mer- 
chant was still sick. " Well," said lie to the servant, ** let 
me speak with him." ** liut he is not aldr; to speak ; his 

throat is affected," was the reply ; and H returned to 

jiK; with a melancholy mistrust, more than half convinced 
that the merchant had suspected his eiTand, and feigned 
sickness to avoid seeing him. "Still," said i, "it may be 
true. Oo back and write a note, stating our circumstances, 
send it to him and wait for an answer. 1'his will decide 
\.\i(', matter one way or the other." lie went back, and I 
agreed to wait for him at the nearest corner. After waiting 
ten minutes, however, J could no longer endure the suspense, 
and resolved to secrete myself near the house, in order that 

1 might guess, from 1* 's appearance as he came out, 

whether h(5 had been successful, 'i'here was a cart standing 
opposite the door, and J crouched behind it as if for shelter, 
for the day was coM and rainy. I waited about ten minutes 
longer, when the door opened and my friend issued forth. 
His face had a wild, excited expression ; one hand was 
clenched tightly, but as he reached the trottoir and started 
for the street-corner, his feet were lifted as if the cobble- 
stones were red-hot under tlit;m. 'J'his was enough : I jumped 



472 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

np from behind the cart, rushed across the street, and slap- 
ped hmi on the back with a mighty shout, causing his clench- 
ed hand to open and disclose a roll of twenty five-franc 
pieces Avhich the good merchant (who was really ill) had 
sent in answer to his note. 

This was the last of our financial troubles in Paris. My 
cousin, who Avished to spend a month or two in the French 
capital before going home, arrived from Heidelberg early in 
March, and took a room near us. The season grew milder 
and our condition became more pleasant ; but as I had order- 
ed my next remittance to be sent to London, and feared to 
bring my friend into further difficulties, I decided to go on 
alone to that city. My conscience reproached me for the 
idle life I was leading. I had letters to several printers in 
London, and hoped to be able to find employment, in case of 
necessity I accordingly borrowed enough for the journjey, 
took what clothing my German knapsack would hold, and 
prepared for a walk to Dieppe. 



CHAPTER XLIII. 

A WALK THROUGH NORMANDY. 

Leaving Paris— Versailles — Travel in Marcli — The Suspicious Landlord— The Scenevy 
of Normandy— Eouen— The Vale of the Cailly— A Windy Night— 1 H d\ the Atlantic 
— A Night at Dieppe — Crossing the Channel — From Brighton to London. 

After a residence of five weeks, wliicli in spite of our few 
troiibles, passed away quickly and delightfully, I turned my 
back on Paris. It was not regret I experienced on taking 
my seat in the cars for Versailles, but that feeling of reluc- 
tance with which we leave places whose brightness and gaiety 
force the mind away from serious toil. Steam, however, 
cuts short all sentiment, and in much less time than it takes 
to bid farewell to a German, I had whizzed passed the 
Place d'Europe, through the barrier, and was watching the 
spires start up from the receding city, on the way to St. 
Cloud. 

At Versailles I spent three hours in a hasty walk through 
the palace, which allowed but a bare glance at the gorgeous 
paintings of Horace Vernet. His " Taking of Constantine " 
has the vivid look of reality. The white houses shine in 
the sun, and from the bleached earth to the blue and dazzling 



474 VIEWS A-rOOT. 

sky, there seems to hang a heavy, scorching atmosphere. 
The white smoke of the artillery curls almost visibly off the 
canvas, and the cracked and half sprung walls seem about 
to topple down on the besiegers. The afternoon was some- 
what advanced by the time I had seen the palace and gar- 
dens. After a hurried dinner at a restaurant, I shouldered 
my knapsack, and took the road to St. Germain. The day 
was gloomy and cheerless, and I should have felt very lone- 
ly but for the thought of soon reaching England. There is 
no time of the year more melancholy than a cold, cloudy 
day in March ; whatever may be the delights of pedestrian 
travelling in fairer seasons, my experience dictates that dur- 
ing winter storms and March glooms, it had better be dis- 
pensed with. However, I pushed on to St. Germain, 
threaded its long streets, looked down from the height over 
its magnificent tract of forest and turned westward down the 
Seine. Owing to the scantiness of villages, I was obliged 
to walk an hour and a half in the wind and darkness, before 
I reached a solitary inn. As I opened the door and asked 
for lodging, the landlady inquired if I had the necessary 
papers. I answered in the affirmative and was admitted- 
While I was eating supper, they prepared their meal on the 
other end of the small table and sat down together. They, 
fell into the error, so common to ignorant persons, of think' 
ing a foreigner could not understand them, and began talk' 
ing quite unconcernedly about me. " Why don't he take the 
railroad ?" said the old man : *' he must have very little 
money — it would be bad for us if he had none." " Oh !" 
remarked his son, " if he had none, he would not be sitting 
there so quiet and unconcerned." I thought there was some 



ROUEN VALE OF THE CAILLY. 476 

knowledge of human nature in this remark. " And besides," 
added the landlady, '* there is no danger for us, for we have 
his passport." Of course I enjoyed this in secret, and men- 
tally pardoned their suspicions, when I reflected that the high 
roads between Paris and London are frequented by many 
impostors, which makes the people naturally mistrustful. 

I walked all the next day through a beautiful and richly 
cultivated country. The early fruit trees were bursting into 
bloom, and the farmers led out their cattle to pasturage in 
the fresh meadows. The scenery must be delightful in sum- 
mer — worthy of all that has been said or sung about lovely 
Normandy. On the morning of the third day, before reach- 
ing Rouen, I saw at a distance the remains of Chateau Gal- 
liard, the favorite castle of Richard Coeur de Lion. Rouen 
breathes everywhere of the ancient times of Normandy. 
Nothing can be more picturesque than its quaint, irregular 
wooden houses, and the low, mossy mills, spanning the 
clear streams which rush through its streets. The Cathe- 
dral, with its four towers, rises from among the clustered cot- 
tages like a giant rock, split by the lightning and worn by 
the rains of centuries into a thousand fantastic shapes. 

Resuming my walk in the afternoon, I climbed the heights 
west of the city, and after passing through a suburb four or 
five miles in length, entered the vale of the Cailly. This is 
one of the sweetest scenes in France. It lies among the 
Avoody hills like a Paradise, with its velvet meadows and 
villas and breathing gardens. The grass was starred with 
daisies, and if I took a step into tlie oak and chestnut woods, 
I tram])lcd on thousands of anem.ones and fragrant daffodils; 
The upland plain, stretching inward from the coast, wears a 



476 VIEWS A-yOOT. 

different cliaracter. As I asceiidecl, towards eve-n'^^'- 
walked over its monotonous sw^l^^ 

beneath i^-" """ " 'ce. idi 

that • ' i liftxv-aj ixgiit which is 

c>>m|)lete liarKness. The wind, sweeping 
...^uy over the fields, sent clouds of blinding dust down 
the road, and as it passed through the forests, the myriads 
of fine twigs made a sound as deep and grand as the roar 
of a roused ocean. Every chink of the Norman cottage 
where I slept, whistled most drearily, and as I looked out 
the little window of my room, the trees were swaying in the 
gloom, and long, black clouds scudded across the sky. 
Though my bed was poor and hard, it was a sublime sound 
that cradled me into slumber. Homer might have used it as 
the lullaby of Jove. 

My last day on the continent came. I arose early and 
walked over the hills towards Dieppe. The scenery grew 
more bleak as I approached the sea, but the low and shelter- 
ed valleys preserved the pastoral look of the interior. In 
the afternoon, as I climbed a long, elevated ridge, over which 
a strong northwester was blowing, I was struck with a beau- 
tiful rustic church, in one of the dells below me. While 
admiring its neat tower I gained unconsciously the summit 
of the hill, and on turning suddenly around, lo ! there was 
the glorious old Atlantic stretching far before and around me ! 
A shower was sweeping mistily along the horizon, and I 
could trace the white line of the breakers that foamed at 
the foot of the cliffs. The scene came over me like a vivid 
electric shock, and I gave an involuntary shout, which might 
have been liparrl in nil tlie valleys around. After a year 



CROSSING THE CHANNEL. 477 

and a lialf of wandering over the continent, that gray ocean 
was something to be revered and loved, for it clasped the 
shores of my native America. 

I entered Dieppe in a heavy shower, and after finding an 
inn suited to my means and obtaining a fe mis J' ernhai que- 
7Jicnt from the police office, I went out to the battlements 
and looked again on the sea. The landlord promised to call 
me in time for the boat, but my anxiety awakened me sooner, 
and mistaking the strokes of the cathedral bell, I dressed, 
unlocked several doors, felt my way through dark passages, 
and finally gained the street. When I reached the wharf 
it was only one o'clock, and no one was stirring on board 
the boat, so that I was obliged to pace the silent, gloomy 
streets of the town for full two hours. I watched the steamer 
glide out on the rainy Channel, and turning into the topmost 
l^erth, drew the sliding curtain and strove to keep out cold 
and sea-sickness. But it was unavailing ; a heavy storm of 
snow and rain rendered our passage so dreary that I did not 
stir until we were approaching the chain pier of Brighton. 

I looked out on the foggy shores of England with a feel° 
ing of relief ; my tongue would now be freed from the diffi- 
cult bondage of foreign languages, and my ears be rejoiced 
with the music of my own. After two hours' delay at the 
Custom House, I took my scat in an open car for London. 
The day was dull and cold ; the sun resembled a milky 
blotch in the midst of a leaden sky. I sat and shivered, as 
we flew onward, amid the ric];, cultivated English scenery. 
At last the fog grew thicker ; the road was carried over the 
tops of houses ; the familiar dome of St. Paul's stood out 
above the spires ; and I v/as again in LonJon ' 



CHAPTER XLIV. 

EXPERIENCES IN LONDON. 

My Circumstances— Lodgings in Aldgate — Visits to tlie Printers — Illiberal Eulcs of 
the Craft — Dodging a Landlord — Success and Failure — Happy and Penniless— Visit 
to Mr. Putnam— The Mistrust of Poverty — Employment at Last — Life in Aldgate 
— Letters of Introduction — A Breakfast with Lockhart — Bernard Barton— Croly— 
Daniel O'Connell, and a Tempiiranco Meeting— Trip to Greenwich— The "Fun of 
the Fair "—Games in the Park— Greenwich Hill— Ground and Lofty Tumbling— A 
Swinging Experiment— Loudon Atmosphere— A Fog— Arrival of Money and 
Friends— Embarking for Home. 

When I got out of the third-class car in which I had ridden 
from Brighton, and found myself, benumbed with cold, on 
London Bridge again, my funds consisted of a franc and a 
half — -just enough to pay for one night's lodging. In this 
emergency, I remembered the coffee-house in Church How, 
Aldgate, where we had lodged in the summer of 1S44, and 
when the dreary day darkened into a foggy, starless night, 
I was seated in the well-known room, smelling of ale and 
tobacco. The landlord and his wife evidently felt some 
curiosity concerning me, but they were respectful and asked 
no questions. They gave me a room on the second floor, 
looking down into Aldgate Churchyard — a little room with 



VISITS TO THE PRINTERS. 4V9 

a bad bed, a rickety chest of drawers and a piano of the 
past century, the keys of which had long been silent : all for 
a shilling a night. I did not venture to eat anything, but 
went to bed soon and drowned my forebodings in slumber. 
The next morning I took a slender breakfast, for which I 
offered the franc in payment, but the landlord refused to 
take it. " Well," said I, " I have just come from France and 
have nothing but French money. I shall get it changed to- 
day and pay you this evening," I then went out, determin- 
ed to seek instant employment as a printer. Before leaving 
New York, Mr. Willis hud given me a note to three printers 
of his acquaintance in London. I called upon the first of 
these, who referred me to his foreman, who informed me 
that although printers were in demand and were receiving 
very good pay, the rules of the trade prohibited him from 
employing any one who had not passed through a regular 
apprenticeship, and could not present his indentures certify- 
ing to the fact. This, of course, I was not able to do. I 
then, after much search, discovered the second printer to 
whom the note was addressed, was again referred to the 
foreman and received the same answer. At two or three 
other printing establishments in the same street, my applica- 
tion met with a similar fate. All were willing to employ 
me, all needed my services, but the rules of the trade pre- 
vented them : their regular journeymen would desert them, 
rather than permit it. By this time tlie day was drawing 
to a close, and I wandered back to Aldgate. On the way I 
stopped at the Post Office, and saw that there was a letter for 
myself advertised — a letter from home — but I had no money 
to pay tlie postage, and went away savage and disheartened. 



480 VIKWS A-1''00T. 

On paying the landlord for my breakfast, he informed me 
tliat it was customary to settle every day for the lodging, 
hut added : '* You can pay for hotli days to-morrow morning, 
if you choose." "Very well," said I, although I had not 
cn()Ui;li to pay for a single night. The next morning I got 
np e;nly, while the master and mistress were still in bed, 
and went into the streets, determined to find some relief 
before returning. I was obliged to walk the raw, misty 
thoroughfares for three hours before I could find the master- 
printox'S in their offices. I called on the third and last 
priniti^r addressed by Mr. Willis, who gave me the same 
ansv/^r, but referred me to another establishment, where he 
thought I might be accepted. I went thither, and after 
some conversation with the foreman, was told I might go to 
work. I took off my coat, rolled up my sleeves, and was 
getting a case in order, when I noticed that the workmen, 
of whom there were a number, were looking at me und 
whispering among themselves. Presently the foreman came 
up to me and said: "I am very sorry but you can't work 
here. The men won't allow it, because you cannot show 
that you have served the usual term of apprenticeship." I 
thereupon put on, my coat and went into the street again, 
and that was all the type-setting I ever did in Europe. 

By one of those curious psychological laws which have 
never been explained by philosophers, the last chance of 
obtaining employment was no sooner taken away from me, 
than I became perfectly happy and contented. I had but- 
two-pence in my pocket, which I spent for some biscuits, to 
satisfy my keen hunger, and then, as the day was rather 
milder than usual, I wandered into St. James's Park, where 



INTERVIEW WITH MU. I'LTNAM. 4S1 

I sat for two or three hours, looking at the swans. I 
scarcely thought of my desperate situation , my mind wa^i 
tranr^uil, and a purely animal confidence in being provided 
for, took possession of me. The thought of the letter from 
home finally recalled me to my anxieties, and I determined 
to crush the pride which made ine blush to think of such a 
thing, and ask some one to help me. I remembered then lO 
have heard that there was a branch of an American pub- 
lishing house in London, and by inquiring at a bookstore, 
procured the address. In half an hour I was at Waterloo 
Place, and found myself in the presence of Mr. Putnam. I 
first asked for employment, but he had none to give, and 
knew of none which I could procure. The consciousness of 
being a vagabond (which every man feels when he is penni- 
less in a strange land) made me suppose that he looked upon 
me as such. To my morbid mood, his manner seemed con- 
strained and mistrustful ; and I was about to turn and 
leave, when the thought of my letter impelled me to ask the 
loan of a sovereign. lie gave it to me without hesitation, 
but I still saw mistrust everywhere, and did not feel as 
grateful for the kindness as I ought. 

I went with rapid steps to the Post Office, secured the 
precious letter, returned to Aldgate, paid my score, and 
established a credit with the fat landlord, which was not 
shaken afterwards. Mr. Putnam had requested me to call 
the next day, when, after some conversation, he furnished 
me with sufficient employment in his establishment to sup- 
port myself until the receipt of my final remittance. I saw 
plainly that he made employment for me, for all that I did 
might readily have been done by his other assistants. I 

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482 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

packed up books, mado out catalogues, visited all the pub- 
lisliiiig houses in London, in order to fill orders from Ameri- 
ca, and did occasional copying. Mr. Stevens, who was* 
engaged in supplying several private libraries in New Eng- 
land, also gave me similar employment, so that I was sure 
of the daily three shillings on which I managed to live. I 
still remained at the Aldgate Oofl'ee-house, in the room 
with the silent piano. The master and mistress treated me 
with marked respect, and never asked more than my name, 
while I had no inclination to tell them more. The tap-room 
was frequented by actors Irom low theatres, a few half- 
starved clerks, and some sailors, and though I frequently- 
passed the evening there, for the sake of the fire, and the 
three-days-old Times, they never annoyed me with their 
curiosity. Sometimes their visits were prolonged far into 
the night, and became boisterous. I was then sure to see 
swollen faces next morning, and the little servant-girl would 
say, in a confidential way : " Oh, but didn't master and 
missus fight last night ! " 

As soon as I was sure of being able to live in London, I 
delivered two letters of introduction which Mrs. Trollope 
had given me in Florence, to her brother, Mr. Milton, and to 
Mr. Murray, the publisher. The former received me in a 
very friendly manner, and I spent several delightful even- 
ings at his residence in Little Chelsea. By Mr. Murray I 
was treated with no less kindness, and received through 
him an invitatio-n to breakfast one morning with Lockhart, 
and Bernard Barton, the Quaker poet, at the house of tho 
former. Mr. Murray accompanied me thither. I was much 
pleased with Lockhart's appearance and manners. He has 



A B:iEAKFAST WlTIi LOCKUART 483 

a nol)le, manly countenance — in fact, the handsomest Eng? 
liyh face I ever saw — a quick, dark eye, and an ajnple fore- 
licud, shaded by locks which show, as yet, but few threads 
of gray. There is a peculiar cliarm in his rich, soft voice ; 
especially when reciting poetry, it has a clear, organ-like 
vibration, which thrills deliciously on the ear. His daughter, 
a very lovely girl, sat at the head of the table. 

Bernard Barton, who is now quite an old man, is a very 
lively and sociable Friend. His head is gray and almost 
bald, but there is still plenty of fire in his eyes and life in 
his limbs. His many kind and amiable qualities endear hira 
to a large circle of literary friends. He still continues 
writing, and within the last year has brought out a volume 
of simple, touching " Household Verses." We went after- 
wards into Lockhart's library, which was full of interesting 
objects. I saw the private diary of Scott, kept until within 
a short time of his death. It was melancholy to trace tho 
gradual failing of all his energies in the very wavering of 
the autograph. In a large volume of his correspondence, 
containing letters from Campbell, Wordsworth, Byron, and 
all the distinguished characters of the age, I saw CampbeH's 
"* Battle of the Baltic " in his own hand. I was highly in- 
terested and gratified with the visit ; the more so, as Mr. 
Lockhart had invited me without previous acquaintance. 

I went one Sunday to the Church of St. Stephen, to hear 
Croly, the poet. The service, read by a drowsy clerk, wa8 
long and monotonous ; I sat in a side-aisle, looking up at the 
dome, and listening to the rain which dashed in torrents 
against the window-panes. At last, a tall, gray-haired man 
came down the passage. He bowed with a sad smile, so full 



484 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

of benevolence and resignation, that it Aveni; into my heart 
at oi:ce, and I gave him an invokmtary tribute of sjmpatliy. 
He has a heavy affliction to bear — the death of his galLant 
son, one of the officers who were slain in the late battle of 
Ferozeshah. His whole manner betrayed the tokens of sub- 
dued but constant grief. 

I attended a Temperance Meeting in Exeter Hall, for the 
purpose of hearing Daniel O'Connell. There were about 
two thousand persons present. The great Agitator Avas evi- 
dently not inspired by the subject, for his remarks were very 
common-place and his manner heavy and unimpressive. 
Nevertheless, the people cried " hear ! hear !" at the end of 
every sentence, whether it was worth hearing or not. I 
never saw an audience with less taste and discrimination, 
O'Connell was followed by two or three excessively stupid 
speakers, who were listened to with solemn endurance, after 
which a physician — a man of real intelligence — commenced 
making an admirable speech, and was hooted down, for no 
cause that I could perceive, except his want of the stupidity 
which seemed to be so attractive. 

One day in April Mr. Stevens invited me to accompany 
him to Greenwich Fair. We took a penny steamer from 
Hungerford Market to London Bridge, and jumped into the 
cars, which go every five minutes. Twelve minutes' ride 
above the chimneys of London and the vegetable fields of 
Rotherhithe and Deptford brought us to Greenwich, and we 
followed the stream of people which was flowing from all 
parts of th3 city into the Park. Here began the merriment. 
We heard on every side the noise of the " scratehers/' or, 
as the venders of these articles denominated them — *' the 



SCENES IN GREENWICH PARK. 485 

fun of tlie fair." This is a little notched wheel, with a 
piece of wood fastened on it, like a miniature watchman's 
rattle. The " fun " consists in drawing them down the back 
of any one you pass, when they make a sound precisely 
like that of ripping cloth. The women took great delight 
in this, and as it is only deemed politeness to return the com- 
pliment, we soon had enough to do. No one seemed to take 
the thing amiss, but it was irresistibly droll to see a large 
crowd engaged in this singular amusement. 

As we began ascending Greenwich Hill, we were assailed 
with another kind of game. The ground was covered with 
smashed oranges, with which the people above and below 
were stoutly pelting each other. Half a dozen heavy ones 
whizzed uncomfortably near my head as I went up, and I 
saw several persons get the full benefit of a shot on their 
backs and breasts. The young country lads and lasses 
amused themselves by running at full speed down the steep 
side of a hill. This was, however, a feat attended with some 
risk ; for I saw one luckless girl describe an arc of a circle, 
of which her feet was the centre and her body the radius. 
All was noise and nonsense. They ran to and fro under the 
long, hoary boughs of the venerable oaks which crest the 
summit, and clattered down the magnificent forest-avenues, 
whose budding foliage gave them little shelter from the pass- 
ing April showers. 

The view from the top is superb. The stately Thames 
curves through the plain below, which loses itself afar off 
in the mist ; Greenwich, with its massive hospital, lies just 
at one's feet, and in a clear day the domes of London skirt 
the horizon. The wood of the Park is entirely oak — the 



486 VIEWS A-bOOT. 

majestic, dignified, English oak — wliicli covers, in picturesque 
clumps, the sides and summits of the two billoWy hills. It 
must be a sweet place in summer, when the dark, massive 
foliage is heavy on every mossy arm, and the smooth and 
curving sward shines with thousands of field flowers. 

Owing to the showers, the streets were coated with mud, 
of a consistence as soft and yielding as the most fleecy Per- 
sian carpet. Near the gate, boys were holding scores of 
donkeys, wliicli they offered us at threepence for a ride of 
two miles. We walked down towards the river, and came 
at last to a group of tumblers, who with muddy hands and 
feet were throwing summersaults in the open street. I re- 
cognised them as old acquaintances of the Hue St. Antoine 
and the Champs Elysees ; but the little boy who cried be- 
fore, because he did not want to bend his head and feet into 
a ring, had learned his part better by this time, so that he 
went through it all without whimpering and came off with 
only a fiery red face. The exercises of the young gentle- 
men were of course very graceful and classic, and the effect 
of their j^f^scs of strength was very much heightened by the 
muddy foot-marks which they left on each other's orange- 
colored skins. 

The centre of the square was occupied by swings, where 
some eight or ten boat-loads of persons were flying topsy- 
turvy into the air, making one giddy to look at them, and 
constant fearful shrieks arose from the female swingers, at 
finding themselves in a horizontal or inverted position, high 
above the ground. One of the machines was like a great 
wheel, with four cars attached, which mounted and de- 
scended with their motley freight. "We got into a swinging 



WONDEKFUL EXHIBITIONS. 487 

boat hy way of experiment. The starting motion was plea- 
sant, but very soon it flew with a swiftness and to a height 
rather alarming. I began to repent having chosen such a 
mode of amusement, but held on as well as I could, in my 
uneasy place. Presently we mounted until the long beam 
of the swing was horizontal ; at one instant, I saw three 
young ladies below me, with their heads downward, — then 
I was turned heels up, looking at them. I was fast becom- 
ing sea-sick, when after a few minutes of such giddy soaring, 
the ropes were slackened and we all got out, looking some- 
what pale, and feeling nervous, if nothing else. 

There were also many great tents, hung with boughs and 
lighted with innumerable colored lamps, where the people 
danced their country dances in a choking cloud of dry saw- 
dust. Conjurors and gymnastic performers were showing 
off on conspicuous platforms, and a continual sound of drums, 
cymbals and shrill trumpets called the attention of the crowd 
to some " Wonderful Exhibition" — some infant phenomenon, 
giant, or three-headed pig. A great part of the crowd be- 
longed evidently to the worst classes of society, but the 
watchfulness of the police prevented any open disorder. We 
came away early and in a quarter of an hour were in busy 
London, leaving far behind us the revel and debauch, which 
was prolonged through the whole night. 

London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy at- 
mospheres in the world. During the opening spring weather, 
no light and scarcely any warmth can penetrate the dull, 
yellowish-gray mist, which incessantly hangs over the city. 
Sometimes at noon we had for an hour or two a sickly gleam 
of sunshine, but it was soon swallowed up by the smoke and 



483 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

drizzling fog. The people carry umbrellas at all times, for 
the rain seems to drop spontaneously out of the very air, 
without waiting for the usual preparation of a gathering 
cloud. One day there was a genuine London fog — a speci- 
men of November weather, as the people said. The streets 
were wrapped in a veil of dense mist, of a dirty yellow 
color, as if the air had suddenly grown thick and mouldy. 
The houses on the opposite sides of the street were invisible, 
and the gas-lamps, lighted in the shops, burned with a white 
and ghastly flame. Carriages ran together in the streets, 
and I was kept constantly on the look-out, lest some one 
should come suddenly out of the cloud around me, and we 
should meet with a shock like that of two knights at a tour- 
nament. 

I led thus a misty, monotonous life for about six weeks, 
enlivened by an occasional visit to Mr. Murray or Mr. Put- 
nam, or my kind friends at Chelsea, after which I returned 
to my room over the Aldgate Churchyard, the dreariness of 
which became pleasant after the annoyances of London streets 
at night. There is no city in the world where vice has so 
brazen a front, as in London. At last, on the 20th of April, 
I received a remittance of fifty dollars, and my friends, who 
had also replenished their funds, arrived from Paris two or 
three days afterwards. We immediately made preparations 
to return home, and succeeded in engaging passage in the 
Victoria, which was to sail on the 26th. The price of a 
passage in the second cabin was c£12 10^., which included 
sailors' fare. Our funds were insufficient to pay the whole 
fare, after our final expenses in London had been defrayed j 
but Capt. Morgan, who was not so mistrustful as my Nop 



EMBARKING FOR HOME. 489 

man landlord, agreed that the rest should be paid on our 
arrival in New York. On the day of our departure, we took 
dinner, for the first time, at the coffee-house, and the fat 
landlord made us a pudding as round and puffy as his own 
face, in honor of the event. He desired me to write to him, 
which was the only act of familiarity he Avas guilty of. 
After dinner I heard the old Aldgate clock strike for the 
last time, and set out for St. Katharine's Docks overjoyed 
at the thought of returning home, and feeling satisfied that, 
now my pilgrimage in Europe was over, I had done all, and 
more than all, which I had set out to do. 



OH APTEE XL V. 

THE RETURN HOM E — H INTS FOR PEDESTRIANS. 

Quarters on Ship-board— Passage through the Channel— Portsmouth— The Voyage 
Home— Excitement of Return— Landing— Land Sights and Scents — The Last Day 
of the Pilgrimage— Approaching Home— The Lighted Window— Requisites for a 
Pedestrian Journey— Travelling on Small Allowance— Cost of Sleeping— The Knap- 
sack-Manner of Travel -Open-Air Life — A Pedestrian's Equipment— Books— 
Sketching— German Students- Companions— Ignorance concerning America — 
Hotels — Country Taverns — Passports — Funds — Personal Safety— Comparativ.o 
Expense of Different Countries— Statement of my Expenses— Farewell. 

We slid out of St. Katharine's Dock at noon on the appoint- 
ed day, and with a pair of sooty steamboats hitched to our 
vessel, moved slowly down the Thames in mist and drizzling 
rain. I stayed on the wet deck all afternoon, that I might 
more forcibly and joyously feel we were again in motion on 

the waters and homeward bound ! B ^ and I, with two 

young Englishmen, took possession of a state-room of rough 
boards, lighted by a bull's-eye, which in stormy weather 
leaked so much that our trunks swam in water. A narrow 
mattress and blanket, with a knapsack for a pillow, formed 
a passable bed. A long entry between the rooms, lighted' 
by a feeble swinging lamp, was filled with a board table, 



PASSAGE THROUGH THE CHAN'KEL. 491 

around which the thirty-two second cabin passengers met to 
discuss politics and salt pork, favorable winds and hard sea- 
biscuit. 

We lay becalmed opposite Sheerness the whole of the 
second day. At dusk a sudden squall came up, which drove 
us foaming towards the North Foreland. When I went on 
deck in the morning, we had passed Dover and Brighton, and 
the Isle of Wight was rising dim ahead of us. The low 
English coast on our right was bordered by long reaches of 
dazzling chalky sand, which glittered along the calm blue 
water. Gliding into the Bay of Portsmouth, we dropped 
anchor opposite the romantic town of Ryde, built on the 
sloping shore of the green Isle of Wight. Eight or nine 
vessels of the Experimental Squadron were anchored near 
us, and over the houses of Portsmouth, I saw the masts of 
the Victory — the flag-ship in the battle of Trafalgar, on 
board of which Nelson was killed. The wind was not strong 
enough to permit the passage of the Needles, so at midnight 
we succeeded in wearing back again into the channel, around 
the Isle of Wight. A head wind forced ns to tack away 
towards the shore of France. We were twice in sight of 
the rocky coast of Brittany, near Cherbourg, but the misty 
promontory of Land's End was our last glimpse of the Old 
World. 

We had the usual experience of an Atlantic voyage — 
pleasant weather for a week, a very severe gale for five 
days off the coast of Ireland, variable winds in mid-ocean, 
a calm on the Banks of Newfoundland, and a fresh breeze 
from the eastward, which failed us on the 31st of May, 
when but thirty-five miles from Sandy Hook. We lay there 



492 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

all day in tlie fog, listening to tlie surf on the Long Island 
sliore. A pilot who found us, gave us newspapers with the 
first account of the war with Mexico and the battles of Palo 
Alto and Eesaca de la Palma. The next morning at sun- 
rise we saw Sandy Hook ; at eleven o'clock a tug-boat took 
hold of us, and at noon we were gliding up the Narrows, 
with the Avhole ship's company of four hundred persons on 
deck, gazing on the beautiful shores of Staten Island, and 
agreeing almost universally, that it was the most delightful 
scene they had ever looked upon. 

I shall not attempt to describe the excitement of that 
afternoon. After thirty-seven days between sky and water, 
any shore would have been beautiful, but when that shore 
was Home, after we had. been two years absent, during an 
age when time is always slow, it required a powerful effort 
to maintain any propriety of manner. The steward prepar- 
ed a parting dinner, much better than any we had had at 
sea ; but I tried in vain to eat. Never were trees such a 
glorious green as those around the Quarantine Buildings, 
where we lay to for half an hour, to be visited by the physi- 
cian. The day was cloudy, and thick mist hung on the tops 
of the hills, but I felt as if I could never tire looking at the 
land. 

At last we approached the city. It appeared smaller 
than when I left, but this might have been because I was 
habituated to the broad distances of the sea. Our scanty 
baggage was brought on deck, for the inspection of the 
custom-house officer, but we were neither annoyed nor delay- 
ed by the operation. The steamer by this time had tak^n 
us to the pier at Pine-street wharf, and the slight jar of the 



LAND SIGHTS AND SCENTS. 493 

vessel as she came alongside, sent a thrill of delight through 
our frames. But when finally the ladder was let down, and 
we sprang upon the pier, it Avas with an electric shock, as if 
of recognition from the very soil. It was about four o'clock 
in the afternoon, and we were glad that night was so near at 
hand. After such strong excitement as we had felt since 
morning, the prospect of rest was very attractive. 

Life at sea sharpens one's sensibilities to the sounds and 
scents of land, in a very high degree. We noticed a differ- 
ence in the atmosphere of different streets, and in the scent 
of leaves and grass, which a land friend who was with ujg 
failed entirely to distinguish. The next day, as we left 
New York, and in perfect exultation of spirit sped across 
New Jersey (which was never half so beautiful to our eyes), 
I could feel nothing but one continued sensation of the 
country — fragrant hay-field and wild clearing, garden and 
marshy hollow, and the cool shadow of the woodlands — I 
Avas by turns possessed with the spirit of them all. The 
twilight deepened as we passed down the Delaware ; I stood 
on the promenade deck, and watched the evening star 
kindling through the cloudless flush of sunset, while the 
winds that came over the glassy river bore me the odpr of 
long-remembered meadow flowers. We asked each other 
what there was in the twilights of Florence and Vallambrosa 
more delicious than this 1 

A night in neat, cheerful, home-like Philadelphia, whose 
dimensions were also a little shrunken in our eyes, and a 
glorious June morning broke on the last day of our pil- 
grimage. Again we were on the Delaware, pacing the deck 
in rapture at the green, luxuriant beauty of its shores. Is 



494 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

it not worth years of absence, to learn how to love one's 
land as it should be loved 1 Two or three hours brought us 
to Wilmington, in Delaware, and within twelve miles of 
home. Now came the realization of a plan we had talked 
over a hundred times, to keep up our spirits when the 
weather was gloomy, or the journey lay through some 
waste of barren country. Our knapsacks, which had been 
laid down in Paris, were again taken up, slouched German 
hats substituted for our modern black cylinders, belt and 
blouse donned, and the pilgrim staff grasped for the rest of 
our journey. But it was part of our plan, that we should 
not reach home till after nightfall ; we could not think of 
seeing any one we knew before those who were nearest to 
us ; and so it was necessary to wait a few hours before 
starting. 

The time came ; that walk of three or four hours seemed 
longer than many a day's tramp of thirty miles, but every 
step of the way was familiar ground. The people we met 
stared, laughed, or looked suspiciously after us, but we were 
quite insensible to any observation. We only counted the 
fields, measured the distance from hill to hill, and watched 
the gradual decline of the broad, bright sun. It went down 
at last, and our homes were not far off. When the twilight 
grew deeper, we parted, each one of us thinking what an 
experience lay between that moment and the next morning. 
I took to the fields, plunged into a sea of dewy clover, and 
made for a light which began to glimmer as it grew darker. 
When I reached it, and looked with the most painful ex-- 
citement through the window on the unsuspecting group 
within, there was not one face missing. 



REQUISITES FOR A PEDESTRIAN JOURNEY. 495 

Although tlic narrative of my journey, "with knapsack 
and staff," is now strictly finished, a few more words of 
explanation seem necessary, to describe more fully the 
method of travelling which we adopted. I add them the 
more willingly, as it is my belief that many, whose circum- 
stances are similar to mine, desire to undertake the same 
romantic journey. Some matter-of-fact statements may be 
to them useful as well as interesting. 

To see Europe as a pedestrian requires little preparation, 
if the traveller is willing to forego some of the refinements 
of living to which he may have been accustomed, for the 
«ake of the new and interesting fields of observation which 
will be opened to him. He must be content to sleep on 
hard beds, and partake of coarse fare ; to undergo rudeness 
at times from the officers of the police and the porters of 
palaces and galleries ; or to travel for hours in rain and 
storm without finding a shelter. The knapsack will at first 
be heavy upon the shoulders, the feet will be sore and the 
limbs weary with the day's walk, and sometimes the spirit 
will begin to flag under the general fatigue of body. This, 
however, soon passes over. In a week's time, if the pedes- 
trian does not attempt too much on setting out, his limbs are 
stronger, and his gait more firm and vigorous ; he lies down 
at night with a feeling of refreshing rest, sleeps with a 
soundness undisturbed by a single dream, that seems almost 
like death, if he has been accustomed to restless nights ; and 
rises invigorated in heart and frame for the next day's 
journey. The coarse black bread of the peasant inns, with 
cheese no less coarse, and a huge mug of milk or the 
nourishing beer of Germany, have a relish to his keen 



496 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

appetite, which excites his own astonishment. And if lie is 
willing to regard all incivility and attempts at imposition as 
valuable lessons in the study of human nature, and to keep 
his temper and cheerfulness in any situation which may try 
them, he is prepared to walk through the whole of Europe, 
with more real pleasure to himself, and far more profit, than 
if he journeyed in style and enjoyed (?) the constant ser- 
vices of couriers and valets de place. 

Should his means become unusually scant, he will find it 
possible to travel on an amazingly small pittance, and with 
more actual bodily comfort than would seem possible, to one 
who has not tried it. I was more than once obliged to walk 
a number of days in succession, on less than a franc a day, 
and found that the only drawback to my enjoyment was the 
fear that I might be without relief when this allowance 
should be exhausted. One observes, admires, wonders, and 
learns quite as extensively, under such circumstances, as if 
he had unlimited means. 

The only expense that cannot be reduced at will, in 
Europe, is that for sleeping. You may live on a crust of 
bread a day, but lower than four cents for a bed you cannot 
go ! In Germany this is the regular price paid by travel- 
ling journeymen, and no one need wish for a more comforta- 
ble resting-place than those massive boxes (when you have 
become accustomed to their shortness) with their coarse but 
clean linen sheets, and healthy mattresses of straw. In Italy 
the price varies from half a paul to a paul (ten cents), but a 
person somewhat familiar with the language would not often 
be asked more than the former price, for which he has a bed 
stuffed with corn-husks, large enough for at least three men. 



MANNER OF TRAVEL. 497 

I was asked in France, five sous in all the village inns, from 
?.Earseilles to Dieppe. The pedestrian cares far more for a 
good rest than for the quality of his fare, and a walk of 
thirty miles prepares him to find it, on tlie hardest couch. I 
usually rose before sunrise, and immediately began the day's 
journey, the cost of lodging having been paid the night 
before — a universal custom among the common inns, which 
are frequented by the peasantry. At the next village, I 
would buy a loaf of the hard brown bread, with some cheese, 
or butter, or whatever substantial addition could be made 
at trifling cost, and breakfast on a bank by the roadside, 
lying at full length on the dewy grass, and using my knap- 
sack as a table. I might also mention that a leathern pouch, 
fastened on one side of this table, contained a knife and fork, 
and one or two solid tin boxes, for articles which could not 
be carried in the pocket. A similar pouch at the other side 
held pen and ink, and a small bottle, which was filled some- 
times with the fresh water of the streams, and sometimes 
with the common country Avine, which costs from three to 
six sous the quart. 

After walking more than half the distance to be accom- 
plished, with half an hour's rest, dinner would be made in 
the same manner, and while we rested the full hour allotted 
to the mid-day halt, guide-books would be examined, jour- 
nals written, or a sketch made of the landscape. If it was 
during the cold, wet days of winter, we sought a rock, or 
sometimes the broad abutment of a chance bridge, upon 
which to lie ; in summer, it mattered little whether we rested 
in sun or shade, under a bright or rainy sky. The vital 
energy which this life in the open air gives to the constitu- 



498 V1EW3 A-FOOT. 

tion, is remarkable. The very sensation of health and 
strength becomes a positive luxury, and the heart overflows 
with its buoyant exuberance of cheerfulness. Every breath 
of the fresh morning air was like a draught of some spark- 
ling elixir, gifted with all the potency of the undiscovered 
Fountain of Youth. We felt pent and oppressed within the 
walls of a dwelling ; it was far more agreeable to march in 
the face of a driving shower, under the beating of which the 
blood grew fresh and warm, than to sit by a dull fireplace 
waiting for it to cease. Although I had lived mainly upon 
a farm until the age of seventeen, and was accustomed to 
out-door exercise, I never before felt how much life one may 
draw from air and sunshine alone. 

Thus, what at first was borne as a hardship, became at 
last an enjoyment, and there seemed to me no situation so 
extreme, that it did not possess some charm to my mind, 
which made me unwilling to shrink from the experience. 
Still, as one depth of endurance after another was reached, 
the words of Cicero would recur to me as encouragement — 
*' Perhaps even this may hereafter be remembered with plea- 
sure." Once only, while waiting six days at Lyons in 
gloomy weather and among harsh people, without a sous 
and with a strong doubt of receiving any relief, I became in- 
different to what might happen, and would have passively 
met any change for the worse — as men who have been ex- 
posed to shipwreck for days, scarce make an effort to save 
themselves when the vessel strikes at last. 

A few words in relation to a pedestrian's equipment may. 
be of some practical value. It is best to take no more 
clothing than is absolutely required, as the traveller will not 



A pedestriAxn's equipment. 499 

desire to cany more than fifteen pounds on his back, knap- 
sack included. A single suit of good dark cloth, wdth a 
supply of linen, will be amply sufficient. The strong linen 
blouse, confined by a leather belt, will protect it from the 
dust, and when this is thrown aside on entering a city, the 
traveller makes a very respectable appearance. Tlie slouched 
hat of finely woven felt, is a delightful covering to the 
head, serving at the same time as umbrella or night cap, 
travelling dress or visiting costume. No one should neglect 
a good cane, which, besides its feeling of companionship, is 
equal to from three to five miles a day, and may serve as a 
defence against banditti, or savage Bohemian dogs. In the 
Alps, the tall staves, pointed with iron, and topped with a 
curved chamois horn, can be bought for a franc apiece, and 
are of great assistance in crossing ice-fields, or sustaining the 
weight of the body in descending steep and difficult passes. 

An umbrella is inconvenient, unless it is short and may 
be strapped on the knapsack, but even then, an ample cape 
of oiled silk or India rubber cloth is far preferable. The 
pedestrian need not be particular in this respect ; he will 
soon grow accustomed to an occasional drenching, and I am 
not sure that men, like plants, do not thrive under it, when 
they have outgrown the hot-house nature of civilization, in 
a life imder the open heaven. A portfolio, capable of hard 
service, with a guide-book or two, pocket-compass and spy- 
glass, completes the contents of the knapsack, though if there 
is still a small corner to spare, I would recommend that it be 
filled with pocket editions of one or two of the good old 
English classics. It is a rare delight to sit down in the 
gloomy fastnesses of the Hartz, or in the breezy valleys of 



500 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

Styria, and read the majestic measii es of onr glorious Saxon 
bards. Milton is first fully appreciated, when you look up 
from his page to the snowy ramparts of the Alps, which shut 
out all but the Heaven of whose beauty he sang; and all 
times and places are fitting for the universal Shakspeare. 
Chil le Harold bears such a glowing impress of the scenery 
on which Byron's eye has dwelt, that it spoke to me like the 
answering voice of a friend from the crag of Drachenfels, in 
the rushing of the arrowy Rhone, and beside the breathing 
marbles of the Vatican and the Capitol. 

A little facility in sketching from nature is a most useful 
and delightful accomplishment for the pedestriauc He may 
bring away the features of wild and un visited landscapes, 
the picturesque fronts of peasant cottages and wayside 
shrines, or the simple beauty of some mountain child, watch- 
ing his herd of goats. ' Though having little knowledge and. 
no practice in the art, I persevered in my awkward attempts, 
and was soon able to take a rough and rapid but tolerably cor- 
rect outline of almost any scene. These memorials of two 
years of travel have now a value to me, which I would not 
exchange for the finest engravings, however they might ex- 
cel in faithful representation. Another article of equipment 
which I had almost forgotten to mention, is a small bottle of 
the best Cognac, with which to bathe the feet, morning and 
evening, for the first week or two, or as long as they con- 
tinue tender with the exercise. It was also very strengthen- 
ing and refreshing, when the body was unusually weary Avith 
a long day's walking or climbing, to use as an external sti- 
mulant ; for I never had occasion to apply it internally 
Many of the German students wear a wicker flask, slung^ 



GERMAN STUDENTS. 601 

over tlieir shoulder, containing kirschwasser, which they mi:S 
witli the water of the mountain streams, but this is not at 
all necessary to the traveller's health and comfort. 

These students, with all their irregularities, are a noble, 
warm-hearted class, and make the best companions in the 
world. During the months of August and September, hun- 
dreds of there, ramble through Switzerland and the Tyrol, 
extending their route sometimes to Venice and Rome. With 
their ardent love for every thing republican, they will 
always receive an American heartily, consecrate him as a 
bursch, and admit him to their fellowship. With the most 
of them, an economy of expense is part of the habit of their 
student-life, and they are only spendthrifts on the articles of 
beer and tobacco. A month's residence in Heidelberg, the 
most beautiful place in Germany, will serve to make the 
young American acquainted with their habits, and able to 
join them for an adventurous foot-journey, with the greatest 
advantage to himself. 

We always accepted a companion, of whatever kind, while 
walking — from chimney-sweeps to barons. In a strange 
country one can learn something from every peasant, and we 
neglected no opportunity, not only to obtain information, but 
to impart it. We found every where great curiosity respect- 
ing America, and we were always glad to tell them all they 
wished to know. In Germany, we were generally taken for 
Germans from some part of the country where the dialect 
was a little different, or, if they remarked our foreign pecu- 
iiarities, they supposed we were either Poles, Russians, or 
Swiss. The greatest ignorance in relation to America, pre- 
vails among the common people. They imagine we are a 



502 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

savage race, without intelligence and almost without law 
Persons of education, who had some slight knowledge of 
our history, showed a curiosity to know something of our 
political condition. They are taught hy the German news- 
papers (which are under a strict censorship in this respect) 
to look only at the evil in our country, and they almost in- 
variably began by adverting to Slavery and Eepudiation. 
While we admitted, often with shame and mortification, the 
existence of things so inconsistent with true republicanism., 
we endeavored to make them comprehend the advantages 
enjoyed by the free citizen— the complete equality of birth 
—which places America, despite her faults, far above any 
other nation on earth. 

In large cities we always preferred to take the second or 
third-rate hotels, which are generally visited by merchants 
and persons who travel on busmess ; for, with the same 
comforts as those of the first rank, they are nearly twice as 
cheap. A traveller, with a guide-book and a good pair of 
eyes, can also dispense with the services of a courier^ whose 
duty it is to conduct strangers about the city, from one 
lion to another, "We chose rather to find out and view the 
sights at our leisure. In small villages, where we were often 
obliged to stop, we chose the best hotels, which, particularly 
in Northern Germany and in Italy, are none too good. But 
if it was a post, that is, a town where the post-chaise stops 
to change horses, we usually avoided the post-hotel, where 
one must pay high for having curtains before his windows 
and a more elegant cover on his bed. In the country 
taverns we always found neat, comfortable lodging, and 
a pleasant, friendly reception from the people. They 



COUNTKY INNS PASSPORTS. 603 

saluted us, on entering, with " Be you welcome," and 
on leaving, wislied us a pleasant journey and good fortune. 
The host, when he brought us supper or breakfast, lifted his 
cap, and wished us a good appetite — and when he lighted us 
to our chambers, left us with " May you sleep well !" We 
generally found honest, friendly people ; they delighted in 
telling us about the country around ; what ruins there were 
in the neighborhood — and what strange legends were con- 
nected with tliem. The only part of Europe where it is 
unpleasant to travel in this manner, is Bohemia. We could 
scarcely find a comfortable inn ; the people all spoke an un- 
known language, and were not particularly celebrated for 
their honesty. Beside this, travellers rarely go on foot in 
those regions ; we were frequently taken for travelling hand- 
werkcr, and subjected to imposition. 

With regard to passports, although they were vexatious 
and often expensive, we found little difficulty when we had 
acquainted ourselves with the regulations concerning them. 
In France and Germany they are comparatively little trou- 
ble ; in Italy they are the traveller's greatest annoyance. 
Americans are treated with less strictness, in this respect, 
than citizens of other nations, and, owing to the absence of 
rank among us, they also enjoy greater advantages of ac- 
quaintance and intercourse. 

The expenses of travelling in England, although much 
greater than in our own country, may, as we learned by 
experience, be brought, through economy, within tlie same 
compass. Indeed, it is my belief, from observation, that 
with few exceptions, throughout Europe, where a traveller 
enjoys the same comfort and abundance as in America, he 



504 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

must pay the same prices. The principal difference is, that 
he only pays for what he gets, so that, if he be content with 
the necessities of life, without its luxuries, the expense is in 
proportion. 

The best coin for the traveller's purpose, is English gold, 
which passes at a considerable premium on the Continent, 
and is readily accepted at all the principal hotels. Having 
to earn my means as I went along, I was obliged to have 
money forwarded in small remittances, generally in drafts 
on the house cf Hottingeur & Co., in Paris, which could be 
cashed in any large city of Europe. If only a short tour is 
intended, and the pedestrian's means are limited, he may 
easily carry the necessary amount with him. There is little 
danger of robbery for those who journey in such an humble 
style. I never lost a single article in this manner, and 
rarely had any feeling but that of perfect security. No part 
of our own country is safer in this respect than Germany, 
Switzerland or France. Italy still bears an unfortunate 
reputation for honesty ; the defiles of the Apennines and the 
hollows of the Homan Campagna are haunted by banditti, 
and persons who travel in their own carriages are often 
plundered. I saw the caves and hiding-places of these out- 
laws among the evergreen shrubbery, in the pass of Monte 
Somma, near Spoleto. A Swedish gentleman in Rome told 
me that he had walked from Ancona, through the mountains 
to the Eternal City, partly by night, but that, although he 
met with many suspicious faces, he was not disturbed in any 
way. An English artist of my acquaintance walked from 
Leghorn along the Tuscan and Tyrrhene coast to Civita 
Vecchia, through a barren and savage district, overgrown 



COMPARATIVE EXPENSES OF DIFFERENT LANDS. 505 

witli aloes and cork-trees, without experiencing any trouble^ 
except from the extreme curiosity of the ignorant inhabitants. 
The fastnesses of the Abruzzi have been explored with like 
facility by daring pedestrians ; indeed, the sight of a knapsack 
seems to serve as a free passport with all highwaymen. 

I have given, at times, through the foregoing chapters, the 
cost of portions of my journey and residence in various cities 
of Europe. The cheapest country for travelling, as far as 
my experience extended, is Southern Germany, where one 
can travel comfortably on twenty -five cents a day. Italy and 
the south of France come next in order, and are but little more 
expensive ; then follow Switzerland and-^orthern Germany, 
and lastly. Great Britain. The cheapest city, and one of 
the pleasantest in the world, is Florence, where we break- 
fasted on five cents, dined sumptuously on twelve, and went 
to a good opera for ten. A man would find no difficulty in. 
spending a year there, for about $250. This fact may be 
of some importance to those whose health requires such a 
stay, yet are kept back from attempting the voyage through 
fear of the expense. Counting the passage to Leghorn at 
fifty or sixty dollars, it will be seen how little is necessary 
for a year's enjoyment of the sweet atmosphere of Italy. In 
addition to these particulars, the following connected state- 
ment of my expenses, will better show the minimum cost of 
a two years' pilgrimage . 

Voyage to Liverpool, in the second cabin, . . . $24 00 

Three weeks' travel in Ireland and Scotland, . . 25 00 

A -week in London, at three shillings a day, . . , 4 50 

From London to Heidelberg, . . • . 15 00 

Amount ca-rried oyeiy . . $88 60 

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508 VIEWS A-FOOT. 

Amount brought forward, . , , $68 50 

A month at Heidelberg, and trip to Frankfort, , , 20 00 

Seven months in Frankfort, at $10 per month, , , 70 00 

Fuel, passports, excursions and other expenses, , . SO 00 

Tour through Cassel, the Hartz, Saxony, Austria, Bavaria, &c., 40 00 

A month in Frankfort, . . . . , . 10 00 
From Frankfort through Switzerland, and over the Alps to Milan, 15 00 

From Milan to Genoa, ...,., 60 

Expenses from Genoa to Florence, , . , , 14 00 

Four months in Florence, - . . . . 50 00 
Eight days' journey from Florence to Rome, two weeks in Eome, 

voyage to Marseilles, and journey to Paris, , . 40 00 

Five weeks in Paris, . . • . . 15 00 

From Paris to London, . , . . . . 8 00 

Six weeks in London, at three shillings a. day, , . 81 00 

Passage home, . . • . • . , 60 00 



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The cost for places of amusement, guides' fees, and otber 
small expenses, not included in tbis list, increase tbe sum 
total to ^500, for wbicli I made the tour, and for which 
others may make it. May the young reader, whom this 
book has encouraged to attempt the same pilgrimage, meet 
with equal kindness on his way, and come home as w-ell re- 
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